The Project // Jikook

Chapter Three

[First Dorm Experiences]

Jungkook

After finally finding the dorms, my heart had calmed down a bit. I was able to count the entire way here, uninterrupted mind you, so I felt rather calm.

I flipped through the packet, trying to figure out what to do. The instructions gave me a code to enter into a box to get my keys, so I searched around. I noticed a silver box near the door and opened it to grab my keys. I left the second key in for when Jimin came.

Once I opened the door, I was greeted by a large breezeway. I stepped in and spotted a pile of brown boxes through the doorway in the living room.

It's so large. Just like this di- Nope.

I fling my backpack onto a small wooden bench and pull off my Timbs. Putting them underneath the bench, I try to see the positive side of things.

I get to see my crush every day, hopefully, he doesn't start to bully me. Another plus is that I get to be away from my family. They aren't exactly the kindest. Hell, they aren't kind at all. Plus! The school will supply us with food and such.

I moved slowly, examining the unfamiliar area. I walked to one of the stacks, eyeing the name-plate.

'Jeonggeuk'

Of course, my parents had written it formally in Hangeul.

"Ah, so these are mine... Guess I should unpack," I spoke to myself.

I reached up for the top box and easily grabbed it off the large stack. I headed past the living room and toward what I could only assume was the bedroom hallways.

"Which one should I choose... I do have the first pick," I whispered to myself as I examined the rooms. I placed the box down in the hall and peeked into the first room.

It was a standard room, cream walls with a large bed and a decent closet. I opened the only other door, revealing a clean bathroom. I noticed another door and assumed our bathrooms must be attached to the other room.

It made sense considering there was a double sink along with a nice shower and bath next to it. I walked back into the room and looked around, trying to notice the details this time.

I admired the silky grey bed, the sheets free of any wrinkles. I sat on it and I swear my ass went to heaven it was so fluffy.

How fucking rich is my school?

I hurriedly grabbed the box and placed it down on the bed. I didn't bother to examine the other room. This room is a dream. I just hope Jimin likes the other one, too.

After bringing all my boxes into the room, I began to unpack my things. The clothes into the closet and a small dresser next to the closet.

As I finished up unpacking my clothing, I heard the door open.

That must be Jimin! I should go greet him.

I walked out of the room into the living room but froze when I saw his face.

"Woah, what... What happened?" The smile fell from my face, and I counted my steps toward him. I kept myself calm for his sake.

"Nothing, nothing. Don't- Don't talk to me..." Jimin's bruised lip slowing his speech. His right eye was black and blue, swollen shut. I didn't bother looking at the rest of him, his limp arm and actual limp telling me enough.