Cut Eyebrows

24---dorm mate

Sangchil cautiously knocked on his door. A minute later, Taehyung showed up in his sleepy state.

"Oh... Hey, Kwan." He said groggily. "What... What're you doing here on a weekend?"

"Sorry to bug you... but I need to talk to you. May I come in?"

"Sure."

Taehyung faced her with a mug of coffee in his hand. His bedhead was still in tact as his rubbed his face.

"So let me get this straight, Kwan. Jin and Charlotte are getting married, and they're kicking you out?" He rubbed his face.

"Yeah..." She shifted around in her seat.

"...and you're asking if you can live here, with me, in this dorm?" He set down his mug.

Sanghil nodded glumly. "It's okay. I don't think you want—"

"I want!" He exclaimed, but then cleared his throat. "I mean, sure. You can move in. I don't mind."

"Really?" Sangchil said. "I can live here?"

"Yeah. Why not?" He smiled. "I said that you're welcome here all the time. Do you need help moving in?"

She shook her head. "I'll do it myself. Thank you, Tae."

"I said, no problem." He smiled some more.

Jin carried the last box and placed it on Sangchil's new bed. "I'm gonna miss having you around in the apartment. It's gonna be lonelier."

Sangchil rolled her eyes. "For god's sake, Seokjin. You're engaged. You need privacy. Taehyung doesn't mind, just let it go. I'll still see you around."

"You better." He playfully glared. "Just make sure to eat food properly. Ramen and chips isn't a meal."

"Yes it is!" She retorted back. "You should be going now—thanks for helping me move!" She pushed him out.

"Done unpacking?" Taehyung asked.

"Please take good care of my child here." Jin fake sobbed. "She—She's precious!"

Sangchil threw her hands into the air, exasperated. "I give up."

Taehyung laughed. "She's my precious. Of course I will take good care of her. You take care of your fiancée too."

"I will. By the way, here's the invites, Chullie. Bring anyone you like."

Sangchil looked at it. "Ooh, very nice."

"I gotta go now, I'll see you soon." Jin waved.

She hung up the last of her clothes in her new closet and sat at her desk. Taehyung knocked.

"Kwan? Are you hungry?" He asked through the door.

"A little."

"Good! I made stew!" He announced.

Sangchil opened the door, "You can cook?"

Taehyung was offended. "Yah! Were you underestimating me? Of course!"

At the table, he shoved a bowl of his stew in front of her. "It's good."

She took a bite. Her eyes widened and she covered her mouth. "Ohmylordthis—"

"Is so good!" They both exclaimed.

Taehyung laughed giddily and clapped his hands. "It's fun living with you."

She cleared her throat. "Uh—thanks? I'm full... I'll wash the dishes too."

"Good." Taehyung brushed off his hands.

"Wait what—" her eyes widened. "Taehyung! There's so many dishes! How many cooking ware did you use???"

Taehyung giggles and slips away. "Thanks for washing the dishes!"