The soft glow of the desk lamp illuminated the cramped confines of the dorm room, casting a warm, golden hue across the cluttered space. Beomgyu sat hunched over his sketchbook, lost in the intricate lines and curves of his latest drawing. His charcoal pencil danced across the page with practiced precision, bringing his vision to life with each stroke.
The room was filled with the faint scent of graphite and the gentle hum of Beomgyu's concentration, the only sound punctuating the silence of the late evening. He was completely absorbed in his work, the world outside his sketchbook fading away as he poured his heart and soul into his art.
Suddenly, the tranquility was shattered by the sharp click of the doorknob, followed by the creak of the door swinging open. Beomgyu looked up, startled, as Yeonjun sauntered into the room with all the confidence of a king entering his court.
"Hey there, roomie," Yeonjun greeted with a grin, oblivious to the disruption he had caused. "Whatcha up to?"
Beomgyu's brows furrowed in irritation as he reluctantly tore his gaze away from his sketchbook. "Working," he replied curtly, his voice tinged with annoyance.
Yeonjun shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes roving over Beomgyu's sketchbook with idle curiosity. "Oh, drawing again, huh? You're pretty good at that stuff."
Beomgyu's grip tightened around his pencil, a flicker of irritation crossing his features. "Yeah, well, it's kind of hard to focus when someone barges into the room uninvited," he muttered under his breath.
Yeonjun's grin widened, unfazed by Beomgyu's sour mood. "Relax, I just wanted to see what you were up to. No harm in that, right?"
Before Beomgyu could respond, Yeonjun plopped down onto his own bed, making himself at home with the ease of someone who had never known boundaries. He leaned back against the pillows, propping his feet up on the edge of Beomgyu's bed with a casual disregard for personal space.
"Besides," Yeonjun continued, flashing Beomgyu a playful grin, "I figured we should get to know each other better. Roommates and all that."
Beomgyu sighed in resignation, realizing that arguing with Yeonjun would be futile. With a defeated shrug, he turned his attention back to his sketchbook, trying to block out the distraction of Yeonjun's presence.
As Beomgyu continued to sketch, his focus unwavering despite the intrusion, Yeonjun lounged on his bed, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he watched Beomgyu work. With a playful smirk, he decided to push Beomgyu's buttons a little further.
"So, Beomgyu," Yeonjun began, his tone teasing, "got any drawings of me in there? I hear I'm quite the muse."
Beomgyu's grip on his pencil tightened, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features at Yeonjun's comment. He shot a pointed glance in Yeonjun's direction, his expression unamused.
"Sorry to disappoint, but my sketchbook is reserved for actual talent," Beomgyu retorted, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Yeonjun chuckled at Beomgyu's sharp retort, unfazed by his roommate's barbed words. He leaned in closer, his playful grin widening as he continued to tease.
"Come on, Beomgyu, don't be like that," Yeonjun persisted, his tone light and playful. "You know you can't resist drawing the most handsome guy in the room."
Beomgyu rolled his eyes at Yeonjun's blatant flattery, his lips quirking into a wry smile despite himself. He shook his head in amusement, unable to suppress a chuckle at Yeonjun's shameless antics.
"I'll admit, you do have an ego the size of a planet," Beomgyu quipped, his tone laced with amusement. "But sorry to burst your bubble, Yeonjun. I don't mix business with pleasure."
Yeonjun raised an eyebrow at Beomgyu's cryptic response, intrigued by the hint of challenge in his words. He leaned back against the pillows, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he decided to play along.
"Oh, really now?" Yeonjun replied, his tone teasing. "So, what you're saying is, if we weren't at work right now, you'd totally be flirting with me?"
Beomgyu smirked at Yeonjun's brazen attempt to flirt, his gaze meeting Yeonjun's with a playful glint of his own. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest with a smirk.
"Maybe," Beomgyu replied coyly, his tone teasing. "But lucky for you, I'm a professional. Flirting can wait until after hours."
Yeonjun chuckled at Beomgyu's response, impressed by his quick wit and playful banter. He shot Beomgyu a wink, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
"Well, in that case," Yeonjun said with a grin, "I'll be counting down the minutes until quitting time. Can't wait to see what other surprises you have in store for me, Beomgyu."
