Plastic Taste (Joji x reader)

One

The flight wasn't too bad, only a few hours. I got a text from George.

G:: "Hey (Y/N) have you landed yet? I should be at the apartment when you get there but if I'm not you can just go in, there should be a key under the doormat."
Me:: "Yeah, I'll be heading towards the apartment soon."

He seems like a pretty cool guy but honestly I feel like I should have FaceTimed him or something because I don't even know what the guy fucking looks like.

Probably not a smart idea, but I got to know the basics over text, like where he lived before, his age, and the fact that he's half Japanese and half Australian, which is pretty cool.
I'm taking the bus to get to the apartment, which is a first for me. I hate public transportation for many obvious reasons that don't need to be stated right now.

The bus was about a block away from the apartment and I got off, using Google maps because without that shit I'd be lost right now, I found the apartment. I'm slightly nervous to meet George if he's here, but I just say "fuck it" and walk in. It was on the 3rd floor, which isn't too bad. I knock on the door slowly, and a man answers the door almost instantly.

"Hey (Y/N)!"

He seems quite happy actually, and he's kind of cute too. Yikes. He's about 3 inches taller than me, with dark, slightly curled hair, and honestly looks like he hasn't slept in days.

"It's really nice to meet you!"

I say, trying so hard not be awkward.

"You too, come in and I'll show you your room and all the other shit in here" 

he starts walking through the apartment, and I look around and the place seems to be quite a mess, there's some weird pink body suit on the couch and quite a few cameras on tripods set up around the kitchen. Weird.

He points to a room down a small hallway.
"That's your room. Mine is right across the hall from yours, just in case you ever need anything"

"Thanks! I'm gonna get my bags and start setting shit up now"

I noticed him giving me pretty strong eye contact, and tried not to look him in the eye or at least pretend like I didn't notice.

"Here, let me help you at least, so I don't feel like a piece of shit watching you carry all these bags"

"Okay, sure"

I honestly don't want him to help, I'm so uncomfortable right now, watching him pick up my bags killed me. He actually has a bit of muscle on him which I wasn't expecting, because all I fucking see in the kitchen is ramen.
He brings my bags into my room and sets them down on a queen size mattress in the corner of the room.

"Need any other help?"

I don't know why every time he looks me in the eye I can't handle it.

"No thanks, I'm good. But thanks for asking"

"No problem babe, if you need anything I'll be in the living room"
He patted me on the back and walked out of my room.
Fuck, this should be interesting.