My Sexy Roommate - (BTS Rap Monster / Kim Namjoon)

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(Seulmin's POV)

I opened my eyes slowly. Huh? How I happened to be in my own room? I sat up slowly. A towel fell from my head. I palmed at the left side of my head as I feel pain in it.

     "Just lay down. You got hangover." I turned to look at the owner of the voice.

My eyes widened as I saw the person I least expect to meet here. Why is he here again? "You?!"

Yeah, you're right. It's Min Yoongi. I watched him clicked his tongue while rolling his eyes. He was standing leaning against the wall with his black button shirt and hands in the pocket. "You? I expect a simple 'thank you' from you. Not just 'you'."

I asked, "The problem is, how did you happened to be in my room?"

     "Drink the water first. You just woke up." I glared at him while my hand reached the glass filled with water. I finish the water.

He walked to me, took the towel and empty glass with him. He filled the glass with water again and this time he brought a tray with a  medium bowl and a small bowl on it. Suddenly I feel nauseous which makes me run to the bathroom. I let out everything from my stomach in the sink while brought my hair to back.

Someone's grabbing my hand to let go my hair. He hold my hair for me and rubbing my back. I glanced at him from the mirror. He just gave me blank stare. I vomitted again until I feel okay. I cleaned my mouth.

     "Leave the bathroom first." I told him.

     "Okay. Hurry up, the porridge almost getting cold." He replied before he left.

I nodded weakly. As he left, I locked the door. I stared myself at the mirror. I sighed before I brushed my teeth and washed my face that freshen me up. I opened the door. I was surprised that he's waiting for me. He took my hand, guided me to bed.

     "Why are you here? I told you, we'll never meet again. Are you following me? Stalker."

     "What the heck you're talking about? I have no time to stalk you. I should be the one asking you that. We both know that you're here because we're doing concert here. That's why you're here. To follow me."

My eyes widened. What the hell? "Hello, I don't stalk you, okay! I've been travelling around this country since last week. I was here 2 days before yesterday."

He just nodded without any reaction. "Oh, okay." That's it? He walked to my keyboard and randomly pressed the key. "You brought all the way from New Zealand. Isn't this heavy?" He asked.

     "It's not heavy since I'm used to it. Wait, how do you know I'm from New Zealand?"

     "Well, one of the members knows you. I see, you're making some songs." He flipped my music sheets file one by one.

     "Melodies. I'm not singing. Technically, they're melodies. You didn't answer my question."

     "Ah, what did you ask earlier?" He asked with a slight smile.

     "How did you happened to be here? How do you know my room? What happened last night?"

He smirked, chuckling at me. "Guess it."

     "Don't tell me, we..." My eyes widened with my hands on my chest. I gave him unbelieving look. He just grinned like a stupid person and nodded.

     "You raped me?!" I asked loudly. He just laughed. "I'm kidding okay. You were wasted. Who the hell drank two glasses of Long Island Iced Tea? You must be crazy." He uttered while walked to my bed and sit at the edge.

     "I'm not crazy. Usually I can create new melody when I'm drunk. Then, what happened?"

     "I was drinking too. Then, I saw you. I don't know why do we met again in the bar but in different place. I stopped you from drinking since you were flushed which obviously you were really drunk. The bartender said I seemed to know you. So, he asked me to bring you to your room. I had a reallllllyyy hard time to bring you here. You should thank me because you're so lucky that it was me. What if anyone else? He might do worse than that."

The reality hit me as I digest his words, "You're right. Thank you, Yoongi. I know I owe a lot from you. I don't know what should I do to pay you back."

     "Nah, it's okay. You've shown your gratitude to me with kissing my lips." I don't know how many times my eyes widened. Serious talk, he's full with surprise. His presence too. And I saw a slight red on his cheeks. Is he.... blushing?

     "What?! I kissed you?"

He nodded. At this point, we wouldn't be able to make eye contact after we had done. "Actually it was not just a kiss. We were french kissing. And... I... I said I drank, right? I was a little bit tipsy. I-I..." He was fiddling with his fingers, thinking whether he should tell me or not.

My heart started to pound hardly. "I what?!" I urged.

"Isqueezedyourbreastandyouunbuttonedmyshirt!" He answered quickly, but still I can catch up.

     "What?! You did what to my breast?!"

     "I don't want to repeat it anymore. Thank you for your moan, I became sober and I stopped doing that. Don't just accuse me. Two plays the game. You unbuttoned my shirt at that time."

     "This is so embarrassing. I really did that."

     "Yeah, you did that. I covered your body with comforter. Before I left, you said something that will never stop replaying in my mind." He gave me a stern look which makes me intimidated.

     "What is it?" I asked slowly.

He sighed. "Seuljin-ah, eonni miss you so much. You're Seulmin right?" Last three words from him stopped me from breathing. I can only look at him.