After a few minutes the door creaked open, Minghao was here. Junhui immediately sat up straight and took his phone out to check himself before he walked up to Minghao.
"So what room do you want?" Minghao asked Junhui sternly.
"Umm they both look the same so I'm okay with any." Junhui replied with a huge smile on his face. He was extremely excited to see Minghao.
"If we're going to live together we're going to have to set rules so let's discuss them before we unpack." Minghao remarked in a serious tone.
"Ok," Junhui responded while guiding Minghao to the sofa. Minghao's tone brought him down a bit and it took him a lot to cover up his emotions.
They both sat themselves down on the sofa and Minghao started off the conversation.
"So I want to clarify that our rooms are a private place for the both of us and are the only spaces we don't share, therefore neither of us are allowed to go into each others rooms without the other person's permission. " Minghao declared stiffly.
"Don't borrow the other person's stuff without asking. "Stuff" includes food, personal belongings, clothing etc. All shared areas are to be kept clean at all times and if you make a mess you must clean it up yourself. If inviting guests, you have to make sure the other person knows about it and approves." Junhui suggests.
"Finally the most important rule. We're just room mates not friends so don't expect me to talk to you or hang out with you like a friend would. We are living together due to circumstances which can't be controlled by either of us. So don't ever try to talk to me unless you have a valid reason to do so and don't ever bother me." Minghao hissed with a tone colder than any tone he'd ever used on him before.
"Why does he act like we're enemies? Did I do something wrong? Even though he's cold to everyone, why do I feel like he hates me more? Why does the fact that he doesn't like me bother me so much? Why do I want him to like me more than anyone else? Aren't I supposed to kill him?" Junhui thought, trying to keep a smile on his face while nodding to Minghao's words, more like daggers seeping into his heart.
"Ok then lets start unpacking then." Junhui replied cheerfully trying not to show that he was all choked up.
Minghao got up from the sofa and walked to the hallway to get his bags without replying to what Junhui said. Junhui started breathing aggressively trying to calm down from the incident but he could feel tears forming in his eyes, waiting to come out.
"If Minghao sees me, I'm dead meat so I need to get to my room ASAP. There's a closet in there, a perfect place to cry." Junhui thought to himself.
He saw Minghao coming out of the entry with his bags and ran to the entrance to get his things before the tears in his eyes had a chance to fall. One by one he took each of his bags to the dance practice area and placed them in front of the two doors. All that he needed to do now was find out which room was his. He knocked on the first door, closest to the mirror.
"WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT RIGHT NOW!!" Minghao snapped in an angry and annoyed tone.
Junhui would reply but there was a huge lump in his throat and he didn't want it to show. He opened the other door and quickly moved all his luggage into the middle of his room. As soon as he got inside, he toppled down onto the soft grey carpet as tears started pouring down his cheek like rain in a thunderstorm. He didn't have it in him to go all the way to the closet or to start moving in. He opened the suitcase in front of him and nuzzled his head into the soft clothes inside for comfort as he cried.
"Why does he hate me so much? Am I really that bad of a person? Why do I feel so guilty because of this? Why do I think all his negative emotions are all my fault? Why do I have the urge to make him feel happy again? Why am I willing to do anything for his happiness? Why does this all feel so familiar? Aren't I supposed to kill him?" Junhui explored his thoughts as his soft clothes turned wet because of his tears.
