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When the weekend finally rolled around without any deadlines to worry about, Jiseol stayed in bed like she was comatose. It was to the point that Jisung had to swing by to make sure she was still alive and even then he was tearing up as he approached her eerily frozen figure, almost sobbing in relief when she started cursing him out for waking her up. It had been beyond exhausting for her to move in and out of houses during the weekdays while attending classes and getting her work done; it was especially harder considering all the emotional turmoil she had to go through and now, living with the spawn of Satan was a different level of torture.
Though they had agreed to stay out of each other's way back when they first decided on being roommates, the common areas that they had to share made room for their petty arguments throughout their days together. Who left the lights on, who left the TV on, why the toilet smelled so bad—the answer to all those questions were none other than Lee Donghyuck but he, with his personality and his fixation on making Jiseol's life hell, refused to make their coexistence any easier. If there were only three things that Donghyuck was passionate about, they would be his education, soccer and bothering Park Jiseol, in that order.
Jiseol wasn't sure if she was more baffled or amazed about how the childish, irritating and overall painful to be around Donghyuck was the same political science major Lee Donghyuck that maintained a 4.0 GPA every single semester, while simultaneously being the VP of the student council, captain of the soccer team and a section editor for the gossip column of the school's online paper. Sometimes Donghyuck preferred to do his work at the dining table; while speaking to the secretary of the student council on the phone, he'd be doing research for the school paper, still dressed in the clothes he wore for soccer practice earlier. It'd be the most serious Jiseol had ever seen him and for a brief moment, she had found him admirable, until she discovered that he ate her leftovers as revenge for eating his ice-cream.
He was right about the walls being way too thin, though. She didn't just learn that from his horrible guitar skills and his frustrated screaming whenever he played video games without headphones, but also from how much the couple next door loved each other to be going at it several times at night and how much the old man across the hall loved his war movies. For a light sleeper like Jiseol, her nights in her new apartment were like getting cardiac arrest every few minutes and the only time she could get quality sleep was during the day.
So come Sunday, Jiseol was ready to throw her phone at the wall when a call woke her up before noon. It was Chenle, insisting on taking her on a date for some healing time after the absolute hellfest of a week she had to endure. She protested with a string of profanities before hanging up, but she knew that her best friend wouldn't take no for an answer. Taking a second to calculate the different ways she could kill Chenle when he arrived so she didn't have to leave the house, Jiseol forced herself to get up, grumpily making her bed as cleaning always improved her mood.
The improvement of her mood was shut down immediately when she stepped out of her room the same time Donghyuck staggered out of the bathroom. He yawned, seemingly having just woken up as well, then shot her a sly smirk.
