Love you dangerously | Minsung

4.

JISUNG'S POV

"Ji, I need to tell you something," my mom said, sitting beside me.

"What's up, Mom?" I asked, already feeling uneasy.

"You're moving out," she said softly. "You'll be staying in the dorms now. You'll share a room with someone, he's a senior. I'm not sure who yet. Jiyeon's moving out too."

My heart dropped.

"But, Mom... I don't wanna leave you alone," I said, frowning.

She gave me a sad smile. "It's okay, sweetheart. This is for your studies. You can come visit anytime, alright?"

I sighed. "What if my roommate is rude?"

"I don't think he will be. But if anything ever happens, you have to tell me immediately, okay?"

"...Okay," I muttered, looking away.

"Start packing tonight, honey. You're moving tomorrow."

"Alright..."

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Next Morning

"Mom... are you sure I have to go?" I asked, voice cracking as tears filled my eyes.

She cupped my face gently. "Aww, baby... I know it's hard. But this is just the beginning. One day you might go overseas for work, right? You can always come back here when you need to."

"Okay..." I mumbled, wiping my eyes.

"Oh my god, are you seriously crying?" Jiyeon rolled her eyes.

"Why are you like this?! I hope you get the worst roommate in history," I snapped.

"Hah! Let's see who actually suffers," she smirked.

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Meanwhile...

"Alright, spill it," Hyunjin said, flopping dramatically onto Minho's bed.

"Spill the coffee?" Minho asked, casually stirring his coffee.

"Don't play dumb. I'm talking about that new student, Jisung. You called him darling, Min. Darling. And then he yelled at you and you just stood there like a lost puppy?! You're so whipped, it's pathetic."

Minho sipped his coffee slowly. "Just because I didn't punch him doesn't mean I'm whipped. Now shut the fuck up and get out of my room."

"You never forgive anyone. Just admit you like him already!" Hyunjin groaned, tossing the AC remote, except it landed right on Minho's hand, knocking the coffee all over his shirt.

Hyunjin stared.
'Oh shit. I'm dead.'

"You little-!" Minho growled, grabbing Hyunjin's collar and shoving him down onto the bed.

And suddenly... the position was a bit too close for comfort.

Cue dramatic timing.

The door creaked open.
"Hello? Is anyon-OH MY GOD! I'M SO SORRY! I SHOULD'VE KNOCKED! I-BYE!!!" SLAM.

"...Minho. GET OFF ME!" Hyunjin screeched. "THEY TOTALLY MISUNDERSTOOD! WAIT-WHAT IF IT WAS SEUNGMIN?! WHAT IF HE THINKS WE-"

"CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR ONCE?!" Minho yelled.

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Back to Jisung

"Call me whenever you're free, okay? Don't be sad, sweetheart. You'll love living here," Mom said, hugging me one last time.

"Bye, Mom," I sniffled, wiping away tears as she drove off.

I entered the building, feeling totally lost.

'Where's my room? Who do I even ask?!'

"Jisung!" I heard someone call.

I turned to see Chan hyung walking over.

"Hi, hyung!" I said, perking up.

"Here's your room key. You're in 409. If you need anything, come to me-I'm in 406. Lixie's in 402," he smiled.

"Got it! Thank you!" I bowed quickly and headed to the elevator.

Fourth floor... right?

I pressed the button and got off on 4, repeating to myself: Room 409. Room 409.

I walked up and saw the door slightly ajar.
'Huh. Already open?'
I pushed it open and stepped in...

"Hello? Is anyon-OHMYGOD I'M SO SORRY I SHOULD'VE KNOCKED I'M SORRY-" SLAM.

I could hear the two boys yelling from behind the door.

"GET OFF ME! THEY MISUNDERSTOOD!"

"CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?!"

'Wow. What the hell did I just walk in on?'

Then it hit me.

Wait... THAT'S MY ROOM.

'That...that fucking bitch-'

MINHO?!

My eyes widened.
'NO NO NO. PLEASE NO-MINHO IS MY ROOMMATE?!'

I stared down at the key in my hand. Yup. Room 409.

I took a deep breath and opened the door again.

Minho stood by the bed looking pissed. Hyunjin was dramatically flopping around, whining.

"How did you get in?" Minho asked.

I smiled sweetly. "Because this is my room."

He blinked.

"Chan gave me the key. Said I had one roommate. So whoever doesn't belong here..." I looked at both the boys, "can get the fuck out."

Hyunjin let out a gasp. "Damn. He's hot. Lucky bastard," he whispered to Minho.

Minho glared. Hard.

"Oh! Right, right. I'm leaving. Byeee Meaaanhooo see ya later!"

"Bye~" I replied.

The door shut.

I started unpacking. "Sooo... which bed's mine?"

"Right side," Minho muttered, already undoing the buttons on his shirt.

"Oh, thank-" I looked up. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"...Taking off my shirt?"

"EXACTLY. WHY?!"

Minho stared at me like I was the weird one. "Because I spilled coffee on it? Obviously?"

He grabbed another shirt and walked into the bathroom.

'CONTROL YOURSELF JISUNG. DEEP BREATHS. DEEP BREATHS.'

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MINHO'S POV

I shut the bathroom door behind me, pressing my palms to the counter.

What the hell is wrong with you, Minho? You almost undressed in front of him.