Nuisance Artist [seungjin]

Everything is going wrong; yet in the right direction

Seungmin HATED Hyunjin,

Okay, well, he didn't HATE him. He just... strongly disliked him for multiple reasons.

One: he never picked up after himself whenever he used the kitchen. Seungmin would always be the one to clean up Hyunjin's mess.

Two: Hyunjin didn't know how to shut up. Every moment in their little shared apartment, he could hear Hyunjin through his thin walls screaming into his phone despite the mic being up against his lips. It always happened before Seungmin was about to sleep, and he confronted Hyunjin about it once, but it just seemed like he ended up being louder after that.

Three: Hyunjin would make sure to be obnoxious as possible when Seungmin was obviously busy. Didn't matter if he had an important phone call or if he was studying. Hyunjin made sure to be up and early and extremely loud to the point that sometimes he would wake up from the clashing of pans in his kitchen or obnoxious loud singing during showers that always had him putting his pillows over his ears.

Maybe the only thing he liked about the raven-haired loser was how pretty his face was. Perhaps that was the only reason he didn't want to punch it when he walked through the door screaming into his phone about god knows what.

To say the least, Seungmin really disliked his roommate, and he was sure his roommate hated him too.

"If he liked me, he would help clean up around the house, he would listen to me when I tell him he needs to be QUIET, and he would greet me– but instead, I get this brat who just walks in screaming every moment he gets, acts like he owns the entire place, and acts like I'm his live-in maid. I just want to punch his pretty face sometimes." Seungmin grumbled as he took an angry bite into his packed burger. The grease was unbearable, but he needed something other than microwaved ramen noodles and grilled cheese.

"Have you tried asking nicely?" The fluffy-haired blonde snickered.

Seungmin scoffed, "Bold of you to think I wouldn't ask nicely the first time, Chan-hyung."

The older boy chuckled as he shook his head. He closed his laptop after saving whatever he was working on multiple times and looked at Seungmin, who was scarfing down a burger as if it had been months since he had eaten an actual meal, which was true.

"I don't feel like I'm wrong, though; you are extremely passive-aggressive, Seungmin-ah. I doubt your first time asking 'politely' was as pleasant as you made it out to seem." Chan said, biting back a smile.

"Yeah, well," he swallowed the food he was chewing, "I shouldn't have to ask him to clean his mess. Like, what? Was he born in a barn? I don't understand why I should have to ask him—"

"Yah, we get it!" Someone interjected, and Seungmin rolled his eyes.

"You try living with him, Changbin-hyung. Then you'll see what I'm talking about. You'd be complaining like me! Do you know how long it's been since I've gotten a good night's rest without hearing a loud Hyunjin screaming in my dreams?"

"Okay! We get it! Shut up and eat your food! Please!" Changbin begged.

The strawberry-haired boy glared at the older one and pouted. He picked up his burger and continued to devour it.

"Shouldn't you be using your free time to study for that crazy exam that's coming up instead of complaining about your roommate?" Chan hummed, raising his eyebrow and smiling down at Seungmin. The realization smacked him across the face, and the food he was chewing almost fell out of his mouth.

"Gross! Close your mouth, pig."

Seungmin picked his jaw back up and quickly swallowed, "Holy shit, you're right. I was too focused on my slobby, incompetent, shitty loser, Vincent Van Gogh-wannabe roommate–"