purinz oneshots

and she feels like home

converted from: ao3 — https://archiveofourown.org/works/32322184

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"No."

"Come on, Yunjin."

"No way, Zuha."

"It'll be just for a couple of weeks!"

"A couple of weeks? As if that makes it any better."

"It's not that bad, I swear her roommate's really nice and freakishly clean."

"That's not even the point. How is this even allowed? They prohibit exchanging dorms—" Yunjin cuts herself off and held up a hand, "Better question, how did you even manage to make Sakura agree to this?"

Zuha blinks at that, "Well, yes. But I have my ways and she really missed me too, you know and I really miss having her on my—"

"Oookay, I'm gonna have to cut you off right there, Romeo."

"Sorry," Kazuha mimes zipping her mouth, "Please, Yunjin?"

"You do realize that you're basically asking me to live with a stranger. For a few weeks. You know how much I hate dealing with strangers, Zuha." Yunjin sighs as she runs an exasperated palm across her hair.

"I know but I promise you, you'd like Chaewon. We have a couple of classes together and she's super nice and when we proposed this idea to her, she was really cool about it." Kazuha insists, hanging off Yunjin's arm for dramatic effect, "You won't even get to see her, Sakura told me she does a bunch of extra-curricular. She's volunteering to help at the school library so she usually comes home super late. You'll be living with a ghost. Don't you want that? Some nice and quiet. After years and years of dealing with a roommate like me?"

Well, when you put it that way. It does kind of sound nice. Yunjin shots her bestfriend a weak glare as she can feel her resolve slowly chipping away, "What if Chaewon's an axe wielding murderer and she kills me in my sleep?"

"Then we're going to throw you the nicest funeral for being the sacrifice in helping her bestfriend get laid."

Yunjin pulls her face in disgust, swatting at Kazuha's face, "I hate you."

"You know you love me. So is that a yes?"

"Not really, but do I have a choice here?"

Kazuha's grin turned sheepish and Yunjin could only roll her eyes. "Why can't Chaewon move here instead?"

Kazuha puffs her chest out at that, as if already prepared to answer this question, "I told you, she does a bunch of extra curricular including the library volunteer and their dorm is nearer there."

Yunjin sighs heavily. "Okay. Fine."

Kazuha squealed and does a little victory dance until Yunjin held up a hand, "But if Chaewon turns out to be some freaky weirdo, the deal is immediately off, okay?"

Kazuha's grin turned bright and—something impish. As if she knows in herself that that wouldn't be a problem at all, "Trust me. You'll like Chaewon."

She doesn't know if she likes Chaewon. Well, not in the way someone would think.

Because she hasn't seen Chaewon. At all. It's been exactly four days since she moved and she was fairly certain that maybe Kazuha was right. Maybe she is living with a ghost. The only indicator that Chaewon is an actual human being living in the same dorm as her is when she'd see little bits of pieces of reminder; like that one morning their shared bathroom was warm and still smelled of fruity shampoo and vanilla scented body wash— or that one time Yunjin was running late for practice and there was already a pot of coffee waiting for her. There wasn't a note or anything like that. It's just—there. A reminder that hey! I was here too! Sometimes she'd see coloring pencils and paper scattered on their coffee table. And she would be vaguely reminded of Kazuha telling her that Chaewon was an Art Major.