Maybe I just wanna be yours | Minsung

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner

"I don't... I don't want to go to school" Jisung whined to himself, anxiety crawling up his chest at the thought of going to this new school.
His last one was a total failure, similar to how he viewed himself, a failure. His friend, Felix, had convinced him it'd be a good idea to wear a skirt to school, little did he know that'd ruin Jisung's entire reputation. All the girls that liked him found themselves repulsed, and man oh man the boys loved their new excuse to be homophobic and start fights.

'this is ridiculous Jisung..' he thought to himself, sighing and making a lazy attempt at throwing on his new uniform, yes, uniform. The only other option of schools was a rather prestigious one, full of smart kids that dressed as smart as their brains.

'I'm not gonna fit in at all' he whined to himself, looking in the mirror and seeing the state of himself. The evening before had been spent doing anything a typical depressed 18 year old would do, binge eating junk foods that were sure to have taken at least 12 years off of his life, masturbating a whole bunch, crying, and did I mention masturbating?

He was so furious with the fact that he had to move schools, and blamed it all on Felix since it was technically his idea that got him in this situation.
There was another problem with this, he had to stay in a dorm at the school which meant he was gonna have to share a room with a stranger.

"ugh!" he slammed his hands on his desk, carding his fingers roughly through his hair before pivoting, marching to his front door.
"I'll be fine, I'll be fine, just don't act gay" he grumbled to himself, marching down the street causing a couple of weird looks from people.

His marching quickly died down to a shy walk as he approached the school, the building itself being rather intimidating.
"nevermind, fuck this" he had to fight every urge not to just turn around and run as fast as he could back home, knowing that was not a choice.

All the kids were walking around outside the school, dressed all fancy in their uniform and talking amongst their friend groups, whereas Jisung was all alone and didn't know a single person here.

Having anxiety really didn't help him, and he felt sick to his stomach thinking about the day ahead of him.

He closed his eyes, letting out a shaky sigh before slowly regaining his confidence to walk forward once more.
He managed to make it to the office, pleased with the fact he hasn't started bawling his eyes out yet.

"You alright darling? You must be new here, can I have your name please?" The middle aged receptionist woman asked.

"u-uh it's Han Jisung" he slurred out, trying not to pass out with what felt like a swarm of people crowding the hallway trying to get inside the building.

"Ah! I was told to expect you. Here's your timetable, and your dorm is room 281. You're free to skip your first lesson to unpack and settle down in your dorm. The dorms are just up those stairs, alright?" She explained way too enthusiastically for a Monday morning.

"t-thanks" he muttered, not even sure if she heard it and trying to utter her a small smile before walking off, taking for the stairs.

The dormitory hall was hardly far away and was easy to find, Jisung sighing in relief as well as feeling some of his anxiety slip away knowing he gets to relax for at least an hour.

All of that anxiety came back, however, when he put the key in the door.
'shit, I forgot someone else will be living here' he mentally reminded himself, feeling a lump form in his throat.

Instead of hovering, he quickly pushed open the door and closed it behind him, taking in his surroundings and finding no one there.
He dropped to the floor, sitting by the door and letting himself actually relax for the first time this morning.

Taking in his surroundings, he saw two single beds with white sheets placed either side of the door, and a kitchen at the end of the room with an island in the middle. Two doors stood on the right wall, one of them being slightly open.

He got up hesitantly, pushing open the first door and seeing a neatly kept bathroom with a few toiletries scattered about.

The second door lead to a small yet cosy living room, an L shaped couch that touched both walls parallel from each other, and a TV in the corner opposite the door.

"this is alright" he breathed out, walking back into the main space to dump his bags on the right bed which was connected to the walls with the doors on them.

He decided he'd take his stuff out later, more focused on face planting on the duvet and relaxing his tense muscles. And then the door clicked open.

"bye Chan! I'll see you- oh" a boys voice called out, the door ticking shut and a moment of silence.
Jisung instantly scrabbled to his feet, bowing shakily and feeling a sudden urge to cry with embarassment.

"you must be my new roommate, Jisung?" A young looking boy asked. Forgetting his worries momentarily, Jisung took in the boy's features. He had somewhat of a mullet and soft black hair, his eyes were fox-like and he could faintly see a dip in each of his cheeks. Quite frankly, he was adorable, but Jisung wasn't exactly gonna tell him that right now.

"y-yeah. Sorry. What's your name?" he asked, voice hoarse as if he'd actually just been crying.

"Jeongin, Yang Jeongin" He smiled politely, his dimples making an appearance.

"so uh, how old are you?" Jeongin attempted to make small talk, trying to ignore the disheveled look on the boy in front of him.

"18, you?" he responded quietly, feeling shy.

"ah cool! I'm 17, so that means you're my hyung" he said excitedly, smiling from ear to ear. This calmed Jisung down a bit, he always found someone's smile to relax him, after all he found it to be the most beautiful part of a person.

He felt calmer as he answered "that's cool. Are you okay with me taking this bed? I'm happy to move if you'd prefer it."

"That's fine! I usually sleep on the other one actually, even though it doesn't really look like it" he chuckled, turning to look at the bed that was almost identical to Jisung's when he first walked in the room, sheets neatly laid across it as if no one had ever slept in it before.

"I guess you could say I'm a master at making the bed" he smirked jokingly.

Laughing in return, Jisung started to feel a little awkward again so decided to check his timetable as Jeongin went off to the living room.
And his first period of the day was... science.
'fuck' Jisung inwardly groaned, deciding he'd be quite happy if the floor broke beneath him right about now.

Shuffling to the living room, he looked up at Jeongin like a child about to say 'mum I just threw up'.

"hey uh, Jeongin, Where is lab 12?" he asked, hands sweaty.

"I'll take you there! when do you need to be there?" Jisung looked at his watch.

"now-" his eyes widened at his own surprise, not ready to leave this new found comfort of his dorm room.

"no worries, let's go" Jeongin smiled, seemingly not worried at all, unlike Jisung.

'this is it, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna fucking die' Jisung panicked in his mind, ready to throw himself down a flight of stairs if it came down to it.

Sensing his distresses, Jeongin ever so gently patted his shoulder.

"I know this is your first lesson here, don't be worried. It's not as bad as it seems, just don't piss off the teachers" he laughed.
His laugh slightly calmed Jisung down, thinking that if he'd get scared again he'd just think of Jeongin's smile and then maybe he'd be alright.

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A/N: jdkssdnnssj y'all won't be seeing this until I pre-write a bunch of chapters 😎💪
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