Fallen

How it started

Mark's POV

Let me take you back to how it all started. It was the year 2011 2 days before the start of the semester when we first officially met. Orientations are over and I was in my dorm room it was a dead day for me, both Yugyeom and Bambam had other affairs to attend to, so I was left alone in my room. It was also scorching hot outside that day so I decided to stay indoors and sleep shirtless. I was in a deep sleep when I received a call from the dorm coordinators. "Sorry for the disturbance we just called to inform you that your roommate will be arriving today," the dorm coordinator said. I was still half asleep that I didn't grasp what he was saying and answered it with an okay and fallen back to sleep. After some time I was awakened again by someone knocking on the door. I dragged myself towards the door still half asleep without even bothering to put on some clothes. I was still rubbing my eyes when the person on the other side of the door greeted me.

"Hello, I'm Jackson," the guy greeted. I was awakened by the sudden greeting and remembered I was half naked and hurriedly cover my body. "Oh sorry! I apologized, I didn't know someone was coming, " I explained. "I was told to go to this room by the dorm coordinators they said they already informed you about me coming here," he answered. I facepalmed myself remembering the call I received earlier. "Come in make yourself comfortable," I said to him. Our school dorm is a bit different from the common ones, see? Here, each room has its own living room, its own bathroom, and a kitchen. It's more like an apartment rather than a dorm. I ushered him into the living room and asked him to have a sit. "I'll just go get dressed I mentioned to him," which he replied with a nod. "I'm Mark, by the way," I shouted as I make way to my room.

Jackson's POV

Mark's dorm is pretty clean considering that a guy lives here. I walked around the dorm checking the stuff in it while Mark is putting on some clothes. I was checking out some of his hanging pictures when he came back out of the room. "So... you're my new roommate," he started. "Yeah, the dorm coordinators said that this is the only one available as of now," I replied. "So where's my room?" I inquired. "We only have one room actually," he said. "Just one room?" I quizzed. "Yeah but there are two beds," he said stuttering to which I chuckled. I paced around the dorm again checking out every place like the living room, the kitchen, and the bathroom. The place is kept clean, "I like it," I complimented Mark which he answered with thanks. "So, where can I put my things?" I asked as I opened my bag and organize my things on the floor. "Oh! You'll have your own closet to hang your clothes in our room," he answered. "Do you need help with your stuff?" He asked. "No it's okay I can manage," I answered. "It'll be faster if we help each other," he pointed out. "Thanks then," I said with a smile. He opened up the other bag I had and carefully folded the clothes I had. I was watching him do this for a while when my curiosity got the better of me and ask. "I'm sorry but, what exactly are you doing?" I asked. "Folding your clothes why?" He said. "I can see that but do you really have to do it that way?" I asked. "What do you mean?" He replied. "May I see your closet, please? I just want to check on something," I inquired. He accompanied me to the bedroom where the closets are located. The room was spacious with two single beds on the far side separated by a bedside table with a lamp on it. Beside each bed are tables and chairs that you could use for studying. On the wall adjacent to the foot of the beds are the closets to which our clothes will be kept. He gestured me to the closet to the right and opened them for me. Inside are clothes neatly pressed and stacked according to colour, the material used and the same aspect goes for his hung clothes. "I understand now," I commented, seeing how he keep his clothes explains why he's also doing it to mine, "so you're occupying this side of the room, right? Which means I'll be taking that side right?" I said. "Ah, yes" he answered. We finished up folding the clothes and stacked them in the closet and placed my other stuff in a cabinet underneath the closet. I slumped down the bed and let my back fall into it after finishing up while Mark seated on his own when my stomach growl. "Hungry?" Mark asked which I answered with a yes. He got up and proceeded to the kitchen while I follow suit. He asked me what I wanted to eat while he looks inside the fridge. "What do you have?" I asked. "I've got some leftover pizza, some mandu, chicken, and dim sum." "Pizza and chicken please," was my request. He pulled out the pizza box and the chicken from the fridge and proceeded to heat them inside the microwave. Once done we seated across each other on the table and ate. We were almost done eating when I noticed a smudge on Mark's face. "You have some sauce on your lips just over here," I pointed out to him. He wiped his mouth with a finger but missed the spot. "Here let me," I extended my hands to wipe his face but he moved his head back, "I'll do it myself," he said. "No, I'll do it," I said as I reached out and wipe his face with my thumb and suck it afterwards which earned a wide eye from him. "Yah, why did you do that?" He exclaimed. "Did what? I didn't want to waste food," was my explanation.