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ꗃ ⋆ ࣪ . time for murder » fluff

warning; roommates/friends2lovers, jealousy, pining omfg, demisexuality maybe?

the archer - taylor swift
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jisung instantly perks up from his position on his bed to sound of something being dropped. it doesn't sound like anything such as glass, so he isn't worried, but he still gets up to check.

he leans to peer down the hallway and sees your purse sitting on the doormat, and then sees you face down on the couch when he walks into the living room. your feet are up and your heels are in your hand, touching the floor.

with a million questions racing, he takes a seat on the couch where your legs would be and waits a few seconds before asking, "do you want to talk about it?"

your whine is muffled as you drop your legs onto his lap. you pick up your head and say, "it didn't work out."

part of him feels terrible for you, but the other part of him feels guilty for being slightly gratified. it's not like he enjoys watching his roommate come home from dates that go south, but it's only natural when the person is someone he has a crush on.

"hmm." jisung puts his hands on your calves and begins massaging your tense muscles. he's shocked at how stiff they are, but he also knows how hard you've been working lately. this date was supposed to alleviate some of your stress, but looking at it now, it definitely was not the brightest idea. "do i need to get the shovel?"

you smush your cheek into the pillow. "i'm starting to think i'm the problem."

you can't see it, but he furrows his eyebrows at you. "what makes you say that? all of these guys have had their own issues and that's why they haven't been working out."

"this guy i just saw, he was really nice and had a good job." jisung gulps down the bitter taste of jealousy to continue listening. if he can't have you, he can at least be there for you so that someone else can. "but i've been telling him things about myself only for him to not remember any of it."

"what do you mean?"

you heavily sigh. "i mean i've told him what my favorite color is, my favorite fictional genre, where i go with my roommate most mornings."

you talk to your dates about him? that might be why these men you see have been dumping you. jisung keeps his mouth shut, though.

"and he didn't remember any of it? did you quiz him or something?" he hears the talking of the movie he accidentally left on in his room, but he's too invested in this conversation to go shut it off.

"no— well, kind of?" jisung chuckles. "it's not like that! i just asked him if he remembered my favorite color and when he said no, i asked him a few other things and that's how i ended up here."

"i mean, how many dates have you gone on with this guy?" jisung questions.

"seven."

"seven? and you aren't dating yet?"

"i was hoping he was going to ask, or that maybe i'd feel more of a spark between us if i waited, you know?"

"spark?" he slightly laughs.

"don't make fun of me," you pout, looking over your shoulder. he frowns when he sees your makeup smeared and the joy from before the date nowhere to be seen.