Wooyoung pointed a finger at him, overtly shocked. The boy had a towel wrapped around his torso and one in his hand as he ruffled his damp hair. The other arm rested on his side limply, quite insignificant to Wooyoung's pattering nerves. Water was dripping over his lean body, highlighting his toned muscles and strengthening the raven hair's will to douse himself in nitrate.
Golden rays melted on his honey skin, the milky brown in his pupils blending with Wooyoung's slight wonderment and curiosity. What he saw was a warning sign, one that is raining over the boy in his picture, telling him to stay at least a couple meters apart, but what he thought was a portal of opportunities and discoveries. He didn't want to commit the mistake of seeking closure or consolation because he knew that his emotions would speak instead. Something about the stranger drew him in and made him vulnerable, but he despised such fragility.
And so even if he had to, he would distance himself from the judgements of the world while wallowing in his sobs and muffled screams as he sought temporary comfort from the darkness.
The boy threw the towel atop of his nape, finally focusing on his presence. He yawned, too tired to comprehend anything, knowing that his new roommate would be moving in today.
Immediately, he stood up straight, clearing his throat and ignoring the bleeping in his head heeding for answers. "For the love of god, would you put on some damn clothes?!" He seemed unbothered, proceeding to yawn even more as he stared at him. With an imperceptible gaze, the stranger didn't stutter with his short strides towards the raven haired boy, allowing him to collide with the cement and shrink effortlessly. "And what if I don't?"
Wooyoung's blinks became hefty, charged with rage and another form that could not be identified. Water dribbled incessantly, and his ick transferred to every existing particle on his skeleton.
Irritated, Wooyoung pushed his roommate as he dragged the luggage across his bed, the visibly vacant spot. He plopped himself on the mattress for a moment before getting back up and organizing his belongings.
His roommate watched him intently, following his every move in amusement with a smirk playing at his lips. He crossed his arms over his chest, head tilted in a broken sense, and propped himself on the wooden surface. Wooyoung had his back on him, not falling for any of his antics. "Take a picture it'll last longer, might as well break your neck while you're at it." he mumbled to himself, barely detectable. The boy scoffed, indicating that he did in fact hear his comment. "You know I wouldn't pass that up."
"Yeah I'm having none of that. Just to set things clear roommate, I don't give two flying cows about who you are or what you're up to. I'm not your friend and I never will be, even in your dreams. If you touch my stuff, count yourself a dead man. You hear me?" Wooyoung wiggled his finger back and forth, an emphasis with every vowel rolling off his tongue. "This right here, this will never happen. Don't interact with me you—"His roommate was sick of hearing his rant, closing the door and going into the bathroom mid scolding.
