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author's note: Hey, guys! I'm so sorry I posted this so late. To be honest, I already had the draft in here, but forgot to publish it. Sorry!

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Katherene Lilac

7:28 pm. April 21. Exo's dorm.

"So, Katherene," my brother's roommate started.

"Kathy. Please call me Kathy." I correct him with a smile. He rolls his eyes and puts the towel hanging around his neck in the hamper. "So, Katherene, how old are you?" he starts once again. Why does he keep on calling me that? I told him to call me Kathy two times already, didn't I?

"I am nineteen. Why do you ask?" I tell at him while holding a polaroid; it was a picture of my brother and him, smiling goofily to the camera while Jean held both his hands out, forming out the peace sign above his head. I smile, reminiscing the times when my brother and I had these kinds of moments.

"Hey, are you listening to me?" the boy was now standing beside me. "Oh, sorry. What were you saying?" I ask as I put the polaroid picture back where it was and looked at him.

He was grinning goofily back at me, "I said, you should call me oppa, then. I'm twenty two and you're nineteen, you should at least pay me some respect." He laughs and sits down on his desk chair.

I raise my eyebrow at him, why in the world is he acting like we are close friends? I don't even know him. "Oh I'm afraid I won't call anybody that," I say, my eyebrow still raised, "I don't even call Jean 'oppa', so why would I call you that?" he raises his eyebrow too, as if mocking me, and then he chuckles. "Stop calling Jongyu 'Jean'. It's weird." He says, watching me roam around the room.

"It is not weird. It's okay for me to call Jean, well... 'Jean'. It is his real name after all. Oh, and by the way, which bed will I be sleeping on?" I notice the number of beds in this wide room; there are 2 queen-sized beds and a double-decked bed. Thank goodness, I didn't exactly want to sleep on Jean's bed, who knows what he's done there.

"You'll be sleeping on me." He says, which makes me look back at him with wide eyes. "What?" I say, surprised. What is this boy saying?

He grins at my shocked state and leans back on his chair, his arms crossed behind his head. Clearing his throat, "I mean, you'll be sleeping on mine. My bed. You know, you, me, in one bed, sleeping." He says, now with an even wider grin. What even...?

"Are you serious? Why? There are four beds. Why would I be sleeping with you?" I say, with brows furrowed. This boy is getting on my nerves, saying useless things. "Why wouldn't you be sleeping with me? I mean, I am good looking, right? Everybody says yes to this face," he pokes himself, "Everybody wants to sleep with the good 'ol Sehun!" he says with a cocky smirk. Oh my god, he's so full of himself.