Four

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A knock at the door snaps me out of my deep thoughts of studying.

"Ya! Hold on." I get up from my desk and open the room door. There stands three boys. A short one with pink hair. A some what tall one with shortish wavy hair. And a taller one than the pink haired boy, with bleach blond hair. "How may I help you?"

"Ah. You must be JungHan's new roommate. I'm Vernon. His friend. We are here I get him. We have things to do."

"Oh. Well Vernon. He is in the shower. But you three are more than welcomed to come in and wait." I back away from the door giving them space to walk through. "I'm Eun Bi by the way."

"Ah. The famous Eun Bi we hear him already talking about. He is right. Your really pretty. Oh. I'm Woozi." The pink haired one sits on JungHan's bed.

I start to blush at his comment. "Oh. He talks about me? We just met. And I only found out his name today."

"He seems fond if your soccer skills. Very jealous." Vernon comments.

"Oh wow." I sit back down at my desk.

"What are you four talking about?" JungHan finally comes out the shower. His hair in a ponytail. And warring a black leather jacket. And red jeans with a white t-shirt. And Black Tims.

"Nothing." Woozi chuckles.

"Ah. You guys ready to go?"

"Yeah. Nice meeting you Eun Bi." Vernon opens the door.

"Nae. Nice meeting you." I smile. And JungHan throws his pillow at me.

"Stop smiling. And no more talking to my friends."

"I can't believe you have friends." I mumble under my breath as he walks out.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing. Now go." I role my eyes.

He is and will be the death of me.

He closes the door. And I shake my head. He is so child like. Throwing pillows at me.
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I wake up to a dark room and sounds of wrestling in the corner.

I sit up and rub my eyes as the fluter open. The sounds of heavy breathing is the only thing heard.

I lightly swipe my hand over my desk in search of my phone. Once I grab a hold of it I quickly turn in my flash light. Turning around in my chair, waving my hand back and forth slowly to get a clear view of the room.

My phone dies.

But in the corner of the room I see bright red eyes.

I quickly jump in to my bed and hide under my covers. I know it won't help. But it's the only thing I can think of.

More wrestling sounds are heard. And a loud thump. Followed by small yelping.

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