ONESHOTS || MEANIE ● WONMIN

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"Shoot, look at the time, I better get going now. Still have an early class tomorrow."

"Wait!"

"What?"

"Uhhh, just stay here for the night."

"Why the hell would I do that?"

"It's too late anyways. It's dangerous going outside right now."

"I'll be fine, dude."

"There won't be any buses running at this time."

"My dorm is literally right around the block. What the hell are you saying?"

I'm desperate.

"Can't you just stay? I hate being alone."

"Dude, you're too old to be acting like such a baby. Plus, you aren't alone. You have your roommate right here."

Hoshi points to the drunk Wonwoo, who was now passed out on the couch. One arm draped over his eyes as he snoozed away. His glass, moments ago filled with beer, was now left by his foot, toppled over, empty after he had downed it all in one go.

I should've been more clear then.

I hate being alone...

with my roommate.

Why would I be?

Well, let me tell you why exactly.

College.

The beauty of independence. Being on your own. Doing the things—the stupid things—that you want, without anyone (ahem, parents) hounding and nagging you to stop.

Things were going swell, really.

I was able to get into my first-choice school in the department that I really wanted. Met some new friends. Signed up for a club, got a part-time job to help with finances, and even secured a spot in the campus dorm.

Everything was falling perfectly into place.

I honestly thought I was going to breeze through four years of college, living this carefree life, but turns out the universe had some other plans for me.

"Oh hey, are you my roommate?"

"Hm? I guess I am."

"I'm Kim Mingyu, by the way."

"Jeon Wonwoo. Nice meeting you."

It was indeed nice.

Was.

Emphasis on the past tense.