One Gift (707 X Reader) [Discontinued]

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My grip on the steering wheel felt so tight, I thought I was about to break it. Is that even a possibility?
A sigh exhaled from my mouth, pulling into the parking lot.

Picking up one of the boxes labelled 'heavy', I wobbled back and forth, trying to balance myself. From the corner of my eye, I saw a man run up to me. He held the box carefully, and took it from my hands.
"Here, let me help you." The man stated with a faint smile on his face.
I quietly nod, flashing a smile back at him, then picking up a box with the label 'fragile'.
But just at the corner of my eye, I saw a marble coloured object fall from the box, followed by a loud sound.
Quickly, to find out what had fallen out, I placed the box onto the ground, gasping once I saw the shattered object.
It was a cat figure (or your favourite animal figure) my best friend had given me before she had left, and I haven't seen or talked to her since.
Tears began to well up in my eyes...
That was the last thing I had to remember her, but now, it's gone. Does that mean she's gone too...?
Hearing my quiet sobs, the man, placing the box he was holding down, walked to me slowly, then giving me a loose embrace. I hugged him back, crying into his chest.
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
For a second, I thought he was crying too, based on how shaky his voice was, but I could always be incorrect. Did he feel bad for me, or does he feel guilty for something he didn't do? The answer could be anything.
The man then pulled away, messing up his red hair, and fixing his large, frameless glasses.
"I... will try to replace it, if it means dearly to you.
Oh, and if you were wondering, my name is 'Saeyoung'."
I nod my head, showing I understood his words. Saeyoung smiled at me, picking up the box he placed down before, and walked into the apartment building.

"What number is your room?"
"Um... Room two hundred fifty eight."
"Oh, really? Wow. I guess we'll be roommates."
"Huh...? What do you mean?"
I looked at him with a questioning look, as he began to explain.
"If you're moving here by yourself, you're going to need a roommate. It's a weird rule."
That does seem weird. Never, in my life, have I ever encountered a rule like that.
But now I had to live with this guy I barely knew. I only know his name, his appearance, that's it!
This will go well...