i don't want to be your roommate, i want to kiss your neck | (m)

Part 3

with lee heeseung's belongings finally all brought into your now shared apartment, you couldn't help but compare his scent to his sisters. it was similar in a way, the cinnamon wisp of hana's you became familiar with circled around heeseung, but there was a mix of something sweet along with it.

the boy didn't have too many things. a big computer set, a few boxes of clothes and a ton of cd's. hana's old bookshelf seemed to suit heeseung's cd collection easily as there was just enough room for them all to be lined up by genre. you could tell that the remnants of hana will no longer be in your apartment by the end of the day.

"i think i forgot another box of cd's in my car," heeseung said as you watched him unpack from the bedroom's door frame you were leaning on. "i'll be right back." he walks past you, a noise of acknowledgement coming from your throat.

with the front door closing and heeseung's brown hair leaving sight behind it, your head turns to hana's now old room. heeseung's clothes boxes are stacked up on his new bed. you wonder for a moment what other clothes he wears besides the gray sweats and black hoodie he has on today. then, drooping out of the farthest box on the bed, a white and black flannel catches your eye. before you know it your legs and feet have moved so you're able to pick up the flannel. the fabric is soft and you instantly smell that sweet scent of heeseung surrounding you.

"i can put away my clothes myself, it's okay." heeseung's voice speaks from behind you, making you jump and instantly drop the flannel from your hands, back into the box.

you turn to see him putting the last box of his cd's onto his desk, his hoodie sleeves rolled up so you can see his smooth forearms now. "right, i know. sorry."

heeseung chuckles under his breath as he flips his bangs up out of his face and runs a hand through his hair, "no it's okay, i just figured you wouldn't want to touch more of my man testosterone than you already have."

your lips purse at him, "yeah you're right. i can already feel it growing on me." you make so that your hands are trying to brush something off of you in disgust.

"well how about you go wash it off in the shower while I make breakfast?" heeseung suggests with a playful smile on his pink lips.

"breakfast?" you exclaim, your eyes wide.

"well i would say it is around breakfast time, no?"

"hana never made breakfast."

"what can i say? i'm the better roommate."

you crossed your arms over your chest, "don't push it, heeseung." you glare at him as you push past him to go to the bathroom. "and I like my eggs over-easy."

you hear heeseung's soft laugh as you close the bathroom door.