ROOMMATES

GOOD BOY GONE BAD?

"Hmm, seems like the dominant part may not fit but what about the rest princess?"

He's so close I can feel his warm breath hitting my skin and it takes every last piece of my self control not to drag him into my room...I won't allow myself to become another notch on his bedpost. I'm not like those silly, immature whores he brings around here fucks once and then never sees them again despite promising to call them.

They are all so naïve and think they are different and that they will be the one he actually does call back or that he does see again and not just for a late night booty call. I used to feel bad for them but then it became obvious that they knew all about his reputation.

Putting my hand to his chest I push him away from me, the movement must take him by surprise as he stumbles backwards but manages to keep his balance.

"I already told you, you won't ever find out" the whole thing comes out quickly in one breath.

Running into my bedroom I quickly close the door behind me, not that I think he would follow me or anything. He may be a douche and a bit of a man whore but he respects those kinds of boundaries

A few minutes later I hear his room door closing too and the sound of music fills the apartment. My hungover ass cannot deal with this right now.

Leaving my room I creep as quietly as i can to the bathroom and check the medicine cabinet again just in case I missed the hangover medicine the first time, seeing none I let out a sigh of defeat "Damn, there really is none left".

The store is only a ten minute walk away so putting on my shoes I leave the apartment hoping that by the time I get back he will either have turned the music off or have left himself. I'm hoping for the latter so I can salvage my plans for today - lounging on the sofa binge watching my favourite movies or TV shows while eating my body weight in ice-cream and pizza.

The streets seem pretty quiet this morning which I am very grateful for. I have lived in this area for 3 years now and know a lot of the locals many of which insist on stopping to speak to me every single time I see them. Now don't get me wrong they are all lovely and usually I'm happy to see them and speak to them but today I'm in a foul mood and don't feel like talking to anyone. I just want to get some fresh air, medicine and then go back home.

Returning back to the apartment around half an hour after I left and I'm relieved to hear absolute silence when I open the door. Scanning the shoes at the side of the entrance I notice Taehyung's sneakers are gone which means he's not here. Finally something is going right today.

Taking some of the vile concoction that will make me feel a little more human I lay on the sofa, turn the TV on and find something good to watch. Now this right here is how you're supposed to spend your Saturday's in my opinion.

A short while later my stomach starts to rumble with hunger. Sliding off the sofa I head into the kitchen to grab some food. Opening the cupboard I find the perfect thing and by perfect I mean something that's quick, easy and requires no cooking - cup ramen. Stretching up on my tiptoes I still can't reach it. Who the fuck put it on the top shelf?

As a short Queen I'm used to improvising and scaling worktops and just about anything else to reach things and manage to climb up to grab it with ease only I'm also a clumsy idiot and as I go to jump down I stumble landing harshly on the floor and twisting my ankle in the process.

"OUCH", fuck that hurt.

"What the fuck happened?" a mumble comes from the other side of the room.

"I thought you were out" I say through gritted teeth.

"Nope, I was sleeping until some loud ass thud woke me up"