Winrina Drabbles

(13) Room A47

The loud music hammered against the thin walls of the college dorm, literally. Everything close to the wall vibrated to the heavy bass that had been blasting out of that JBL Partybox since seven o'clock. How did she know it was a JBL Partybox? Two words, Bang Chan. And Bang Chan arriving at dorm A47 with his gigantic speaker was never, ever a good sign.

Minjeong stared at her ceiling in agony, folding the pillow behind her around her ears. She just wanted to sleep. Sure, she understood those Friday night parties, but then there were also Saturday night parties, and now Sunday nights.

Were Sunday night parties even a thing?

Minjeong got her answer. Her eyes flicked over to the digital clock on her nightstand, 2:37 AM. She breathes in, trying to keep her calm as tears threatened to spill. Minjeong just wanted at least one peaceful weekend where she could study and sleep properly to prepare for their long quiz the following week. But nope, no way will her neighbor at A47 let her have some peace.

That was it; she was finally going to tell her neighbor off tonight as if it hasn't happened in the months prior.

She tossed her blanket to the side and slipped on her slippers. The bunny slippers muffled Minjeong's irritated steps as she makes her way out of her room, passing through her little kitchen. Before going out her door, she checks her reflection on the mirror that hung on it, patting down the wild blonde that bunched upwards in her attempt at sleeping.

It takes up to five knocks when somebody finally opens the door, and Minjeong wasn't surprised to see his half-drunk state.

"It's open, ya know?" Minho slurred, a red solo cup held loosely in his hand.

Peering over his shoulder, Minjeong sees people sitting on the sofas playing spin the bottle, a couple making out at the corner, and her nuisance of a neighbor who was sitting down on the kitchen island similar to hers, laughing about something Jeno was saying. Minho seems to catch up on her staring, looks over his shoulder, and calls the devil herself.

"Yoo Jimin, you got a guest!"

Jimin immediately looks her way, making Minjeong duck down and turn to the other. She hops off the island and walks over, eyes signaling Minho to leave.

"Hey sweetheart," She greets with a smirk, looking down on the blonde in her pajamas. "Not quite the outfit, but glad you could make it."

"I'm not here for your stupid party, and I'm not your sweetheart," Minjeong crosses her arms. "I'm here to tell you to stop it."

"And if I say no?"

"Then please," the blonde looks at her disparately, "At least turn down the music. It's third straight night, and we have a quiz with Mr. Im tomorrow."

"How does this party relate to Mr. Im's tomorrow?" Jimin asks, confused.

"I want to get some rest before the quiz, okay? Is that so hard to understand?" Minjeong fumed. "It's the third straight night! Can't you give it a break?"

"And if I don't?" Jimin couldn't resist the urge to smile. The younger girl looked so cute in her pink pajamas, and pissing her off was fun.

"Quit answering me with questions!"

"Alright, but it's still a no."

Minjeong gives her neighbor a stern glare before walking off.

"I hope you fail Mr. Im's class!"

The blonde passes her dorm, going straight down the hall and taking a left turn. She stops at A42 and gives the door a few knocks. With the given time, Minjeong wasn't expecting anyone to open, but she tried anyway. After no answer at all, she pushes aside the welcome mat with her foot revealing a key. Now that was something Minjeong was expecting.