Music Sounds Better With You (2Jae)

Chapter 1

I was off to my dorm room for the night, the place where I spent almost all my time. I'm very anti-social. I can barely talk to myself without getting a little nervous.

I was pretty much speed walking to my room by the time I was a few doors down. I stop to regroup and catch my breath from both being tired and nervous, pretty much the average life of a shy kid. I fumble with my keys until I'm able to put it in the lock. I was about to turn the lock when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I spin around quickly and push them with a lot of strength, I don't even look to see who it is. I thought I learned not to do that when I'm scared because once I accidentally pushed a teacher.... but nope, here I am, doing it again.

I look down to see a somewhat big guy. He's tall and muscular. I'm surprised I was able to knock him down. I just look at him and he looks at me. I don't say anything, I don't know him so why will I?

"Sorry." He says, while getting up. I don't say anything. If I could make words leave my mouth right now, I would compliment his muscular arms that he shows off through his sleeveless shirt, however that wouldn't be the right thing to say at the moment.

I turn the doorknob to my dorm and am about to leave this awkward conversation, but before I can get inside, he asks me a question.

He pushes his auburn hair back from his face. I would be lying if I didn't think it was just a little bit attractive. He actually doesn't move it, it seems more like a stylish flick, moving the beautiful hair from his face for him. That was even more attractive. "Umm, I'm sorry to bother you but I'm new here. I was just wondering if you can show me to my room. I'm kind of lost," he says shyly. He's rubbing the back of his neck obviously nervous talking to me. I can't blame him, I just knocked him down a few seconds ago.

I look at him hesitantly. I begin to wonder why I am hesitant about him. I was the one that actually hurt him. "Okay," I say slowly. "Let me see that paper," I say, pointing to the one in his hand. He hands it to me.

The first thing I see is his name. Im, JaeBum. I skim over the paper really quickly just to see how much information I can get from the page. He's in my grade, he's majoring in performing arts.

"Building 3," I say finally. "At least you're in the right building," I add trying to make it less weird. It doesn't work. "Room 07," I finish stating.

I look at the room number on my door, 06. "Looks like you're in the right place," I say with an attempt to smile. He smiles back, his at least looked real... and cute. He looks like the type that doesn't smile a lot, like it is a privilege to actually get to see it.

"Thanks," he said. I find it either very ironic that his room just so happens to be the one that he is just now standing in front of, or if it could be that he actually wanted to talk to me. "Hey, I didn't quite catch your name," he says to me.

You didn't catch it because I didn't tell you. I think inside my head. I decide to be nice and tell him anyway.

"Youngjae."

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