You accidentally trip and fall.
You accidentally forgot your keys.
You accidentally spill your drink.
You don't accidentally fall in love, dumbass.
Soobin accidentally mixed up his dorm keys, and he met Yeonjun, his new roommate.
A Yeonbin/Soobjun F...
Yeonjun had been quiet for days, and it wasn't just the exhaustion from all the crying.
He was trying to process everything—Yuna's betrayal, the lies, and, of course, that kisses with Soobin. The kisses that somehow felt like a relief, yet still weighed heavy on him.
It wasn't like he planned to fall into Soobin's arms, but... things happened. And even though he felt guilty about it, it didn't take away the shitstorm that was his relationship with Yuna.
Cheating was cheating, right? Whether it was with Soobin or Yuna's random dude. It didn't matter.
Yeonjun couldn't get rid of the suffocating feeling in his chest. He'd been played for a fool. But even worse—he kissed Soobin, behind Yuna's back, like a hypocrite.
He buried his face into his pillow, groaning. Everything sucked.
Soobin, as usual, was hovering nearby, sitting on the edge of Yeonjun's bed, trying to figure out what the hell to say. He had stuck beside Yeonjun a lot lately, even outside their dorm, ever since that night in the club.
And, honestly, Yeonjun was glad for it, even if neither of them really knew how to talk about the kiss. For now, they just... didn't.
Mostly, Soobin was on Yeonjun's case about cutting down on the booze. "You know you don't handle alcohol, Jun. You're like a one-shot wonder. Why are you drinking so much?" Soobin said, grabbing an almost-empty bottle from the bedside table and holding it up like it was evidence at a crime scene.
Yeonjun let out a low laugh, but it was hollow. "It's the only thing keeping my brain from exploding."
Soobin sighed, setting the bottle down a little too hard. "You don't need more reasons to feel like shit, Jun."
Yeonjun rolled over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. "It's not like it matters. Everything's shit anyway."
Soobin didn't answer right away, and Yeonjun turned his head to look at him. Soobin's face was soft, his eyes filled with concern. "Yeah, it's fucked," Soobin admitted, "but you're not. You're just... going through it. We'll figure it out."
"We?" Yeonjun raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"Yeah, we," Soobin shot back, rolling his eyes but grinning too. "You think I'm gonna let you spiral out alone?"
Yeonjun laughed a little harder this time, feeling a slight weight lift from his chest. Soobin had a way of doing that—making everything a little more bearable, even when things were absolute garbage.
"So... what do we do then?" Yeonjun asked, running a hand through his hair, still feeling that lingering heaviness. He was tired—tired of thinking, tired of feeling like crap.
Soobin tapped his chin, pretending to think real hard. "Hmm... we could stay here, mope around some more. You could cry again, I'll awkwardly pat your back, we can eat cold pizza, and you can pass out—"
Yeonjun threw a pillow at him. "Oh, fuck off."
Soobin ducked, laughing. "Or... we could get out of here. Like, I dunno, go to the arcade or something. Distract your brain from all this bullshit."
"The arcade?" Yeonjun frowned, but Soobin could see the spark of curiosity in his eyes. "What are we, twelve?"
"Nah, but we could play like one," Soobin shrugged. "Besides, you suck at that basket ball thing, and I'm about to remind you why I'm the reigning champion."
Yeonjun couldn't help but chuckle at that, shaking his head. "You're so dumb."
"Yeah, but I'm dumb and undefeated," Soobin said, winking as he stood up and pulled on his hoodie. "Come on. Get your ass up. We're not staying here while you sulk over that snake."
Yeonjun hesitated for a second, his mind still a mess, but... maybe this was what he needed. Something normal, something stupid, something that didn't involve drowning in his feelings.
"Alright," he finally said, dragging himself out of bed. "But don't cry when I beat your ass at DDR*."
Soobin snorted. "Please, you don't stand a chance."
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*DDR : Dance Dance Revolution
a.n.
I went to the arcade the other week to play something like DDR, it's called Pump It Up, but some dudes were hogging it— I went to eat, got some stuff, went back to the arcade and they were still there 😭 so I ended up not playing 🥲
ANYWAY I JUST CHECKED THE TAGS—
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Thaaankkyouu youu guyss 😭😭😭😭 thank you algorithm too?? Honestly idk—
I'll try to keep publishing chapters throughout these few months 🥹🫶
