Chan didn't ask for a loud, clumsy, and annoyingly secretive roommate. But it's just for a couple of weeks, right?
--|| As the days pass, her secrets unravel - and so does his patience.
What starts as an inconvenient arrangement may just be the most...
"Wow, Chan getting freaky? I never thought this day would come."
Chan sighed, totally done with Minho. He ignored the guy who was fake crying, now gazing at the brightly lit road. He didn't let Minho know about his original motive, only deflecting when he would prod. "Me too, like isn't he too old?" and then there was Hyunjin, the guy who wasn't invited but forced himself anyway. To be freaking honest, Chan didn't want any of them to accompany him to the club, they would practically roast the living hell out of him.
"Hyunjin, you know you're currently unwanted, right?" Chan hissed, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
Hyunjin sobbed even more, dramatically, leaning on Minho like a damsel in distress, his dorsal on his forehead. "Don't remind me," he wailed. "Nobody loves me."
"True that," Jisung peeked from the back he was hiding.
"What? Han too?" Chan almost crashed into a truck, the car swaying off the road. And for the eternity of the ride, the blue haired got critized for almost making them meet their maker. Of course he paid no mind to them- it was just them being goofy as usual. And the thought of Jisung and Hyunjin tagging along didn't sit well with him.
They brush it off with the excuse of being old enough to do so, and Minho even had the audacity to support them and also have them tips on how to woo girls.
Rather Chris was anxious, his emotion the same with Minjun's.
The brunette kept checking herself out in the mirror, making sure her makeup was perfect. It was a full night at the club and she had made sure to take an extra shot of vodka, it was the only way she'd stay fueled enough to deal with the lewdness of the horny males outside.
"Ou, a team of hotties just walked in," Dahuin- a colleague of hers spoke, peeking from a little crack of the door. "I'm calling dips on that one with the long hair."
Minjun rolled her eyes as more girls trope to the door, calling out who they wanted to go for, gushing like high schoolers. Which, on her path was a good thing, for them to keep people occupied, while she'll caved in the dance floor, not really feeling like interacting.
Her gaze skimmed through her outfit again, huffing out exasperatedly, she took a step out, immediately spotting the bunch her co-workers were yapping about, it was that regular customer and this time accompanied by three others. Two of which oogled at the girls like kids in a candy store, they were familiar too, like Chan's friends?
The thought alone made her heart beats quicken, she searched for her flatmate, spotting him fiddle with the glass in his hand.
Minjun wanted to run back in, but she couldn't. If words got to her boss about her shying away from a customer- who so happens to her flatmate, he would know his speculations were correct.
So the brunette heaved in a deep breath, with an alluring strides, she walked up to the blue haired who had been shaking off the girls.
Chris tensed a bit when he felt a hand on his thigh, squeezing softly, his gaze trailed their way up to the owner's face and rapidly, his cheeks dusted crimson, which wasn't noticable under the sexy LED lights.
Minjun had that seductive expression the closer the lean to his face, whispering. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
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