Chapter 1

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'Dear God, will it ever stop?' Yoongi groans, glaring out of the window at the sheets of rain attacking the streets of Seoul.

'What, like you'd be going out if it did?' Hoseok snorts. He snuggles further under the blanket, only the top of his head exposed.

The room is just warming up, Hoseok having finally convinced his roommate to turn on the heating an hour ago. The heating system is ancient though, and it shudders as it sends occasional puffs of warm air into the room.

'I might,' Yoongi grumbles, kicking Hoseok playfully as he moves to sit beside him on the sofa. 'I'm hungry, I could go and get takeout.'

'Or you could stop being difficult, and just order a delivery,' Hoseok smirks. 'What's wrong, you're never this desperate to get out of the apartment.'

It had been an absurdly long day. Hoseok had been stuck in the studio since the early hours of the morning, preparing for an end-of-term showcase. He'd thought being a postgrad student would have had more perks. He'd known he would be teaching on the side, and he also knew he would be performing alongside the undergrads. He hadn't anticipated how many hours it would take up on top of his own workload though.

Yoongi on the other hand had spent the entire day in the library, hidden in a corner, desperately cramming as much information into his already exhausted brain as possible. His end-of-term exam is looming, and he'd wanted to get as much done as he could before the end of the month.

When they'd both finally made it back to the apartment, Hoseok had immediately curled up on the sofa, his muscles aching. Yoongi on the other hand has been pacing for the last thirty minutes.

Yoongi shakes his head. Hoseok's obsession with referring to their dorm as an 'apartment' to make it sound less of an embarrassment never fails to warm his heart. As if reading Yoongi's mind, the heating system lets out a horrifying screech before shuddering to a halt.

'Christ, that's just what we need,' Yoongi gets up, taking off his slipper and preparing to whack the offending machinery. 'It's practically arctic in here.'

'Relax, I'll find another blanket.' Hoseok stands, shuffling to the cupboard by the front door and rummaging for another blanket. He shivers, wrapping his own more tightly around his shoulders.

'Screw the blankets, we can't live like this.'

Hoseok finally pulls another blanket free from the pile of crap shoved haphazardly into the cupboard. Still shivering, he holds it out to Yoongi.

'Hoseok, your lips are turning blue,' Yoongi rolls his eyes, taking the blanket from his friend's hands. 'I'll call the desk, they should be able to send someone from maintenance.'

'We don't need maintenance, we'll be fine,' Hoseok shakes his head, his teeth chattering. Even though these types of issues should be covered by their rental package, the building manager often charged them for repairs anyway. And Hoseok knew that they probably only had enough money in their bank accounts for a takeaway coffee.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow, his lips quirking into that smirk that makes Hoseok's knees go weak. 'What, because the cute handyman might be sent up here?'

Hoseok frowns for a second. And then it clicks. 'What? I-' Hoseok mumbles, refusing to meet his roommate's eyes. 'What handyman?'

Yoongi snorts, shaking his head. 'Don't be ridiculous. You'll freeze if we don't get that useless thing fixed.'

'I'm fine, honestly!' Hoseok flops onto the sofa, defeated. He couldn't care less about the handyman. He only told Yoongi he did so that he wouldn't realise the thing he was really freaking out about was his roommate's bare chest.

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