My Roommates are Gay (Jilix) ✅

Seventh

"Do you really want to fold my clothes?" Felix and Jisung returned from dinner. Felix wanted to take a nap but saw Jisung sitting in his chair, pulling out all the messy clothes in the closet and putting them on the desk. He started to fold earnestly.

"Looking at you, it seems unlikely that you would fold your clothes," Jisung said, smiling up at him. "I really like folding clothes, and it helps relieve stress."

Felix watched how the clothes that were usually rolled up into rags turned into neat little squares under Jisung's skilful fingers. No need to even mention how much Felix admired him.

"Come and teach me." Felix pulled a chair and sat opposite him, picking up a piece of clothes with the nimble hands that he usually used to play games.

In the past, he hated folding clothes in particular. Every time he thought of the phrase, his head would turn into a ball of fuzz. He would get a headache and want to throw the clothes directly into the rubbish.

But at this moment sitting with Jisung and folding clothes felt so good, like an old married couple sitting together to do housework.

Felix handed the folded clothes to Jisung, proudly wagging his tail, "Look, how's my folding?"

Jisung looked at the misshapen clothes in his hands and couldn't help laughing, "Good, pretty good, keep working hard."

Felix carefully laid the first clothes he had ever folded properly in his life on top of the clothes Jisung had folded, "You're such a good person."

Jisung's body trembled, and almost dropped the clothes in his hands onto the ground. He lowered his head and his face turned red again.

Felix saw his face which seemed to turn red every time he talked to someone. His heart was itchy, and he couldn't help but want to hold him in his arms and fuss over him.

In the end, he didn't do anything and he was already satisfied when he touched his toes with Jisung's toes.

Hyunjin hardly ever returned to the dormitory at night. He was young, healthy and virile. He looked for someone every night. He didn't even know how to write the word 'self-control'.

However, he returned to the dormitory tonight. Although he didn't do anything, just sitting in his own bed and playing games, it still made Jisung very uncomfortable.

Just after school finished, Felix said that he had something to do so he couldn't return to the dorm together with him. Once he returned to the dormitory, he was facing the two gay guys, Seungmin and Hyunjin, which made him very uncomfortable.

He was afraid that Hyunjin would bother him again, and simply hugged the small pillow and went to bed.

Their dormitory held beds with bunks on top and desks below, and he had hung curtains above the bed. After he went to bed, it was a private space.

Although he knew the two were sitting underneath, the curtain always gave him a little comfort.

Jisung took his eye mask, covered himself with the quilt and took out a pair of headphones, opening up a novel he had been listening to recently.

Hyunjin glanced at Jisung's bed, and naturally asked Seungmin, "Didn't you say that you wanted to get express delivery?"

Seungmin was holding an essay and reluctantly raised his head. "Why?"

"Can you pick it up for me?," Hyunjin rubbed his hands against Seungmin. "Please."

Seungmin sighed, "Are you really treating me like your mom?"

Seungmin muttered with a laugh, then got up and went out.

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"Fuck!" Jisung was listening so happily and the fire inside him was utterly extinguished by the mechanical voice reading aloud. He took off the blindfold angrily and was ready to look for the rest. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw his curtain had been opened, and Hyunjin was halted at the bedhead watching him. Jisung didn't know how long he had been standing there for.

Jisung almost jumped up in shock, "You, what are you doing?"

Jisung was too anxious when he got up. He didn't notice that the hem of the pyjamas had rolled up, and that white soft waist was exposed.

The starving wolf Hyunjin stared at that soft waist and couldn't help swallowing. He propped his hands on the bed and jumped up, half of his body coming closer, and almost pressed down onto Jisung. "Sleeping so early? Would you like Hyung to chat with you?"