"Mr. Kim, are you listening?"
"Y-Yes, sir. Sorry," I lied. There was no way I'd be focusing on anything right now. I knew why, but I didn't want to admit it.
I have a crush on Kim Seokjin.
The very annoying, popular, as hot as a model Seokjin.
Out of all of the students that attend this college, I had to be on one side of an adjoined room with Kim Seokjin, with him being on the other side. He was hot as hell, yet annoying as hell. He always played his music way too loud, and, since we share a bathroom, he uses up all of the hot water and stays in the bathroom for way too long. He certainly was a pain.
So why am I so concerned about him?
Lately he's been different. He doesn't make smart comments when we run into one another. He doesn't tease me about my style of clothing. He doesn't force me out of the bathroom, insisting he should always go first. He's not himself, and it worries me.
It's been happening for an entire week now. Instead of hanging with his popular crowd, he stays silent and away from everyone. He locks himself in his room, separated from any interaction. I tried knocking on his door, hoping he would let me come in, but to no avail. He wouldn't answer the door, no matter who was knocking.
Class ended before I knew it. I gathered up my books and quickly raced back to my dorm. Not only to check on Seokjin, but I have a final tomorrow that needs to be studied for. A lot.
I walked into my room, setting down my bag and few books tucked in the crook of my arm. My gaze immediately shot towards the door that joins Seokjin's and my dorms.
Sighing, I opened the door. I stepped into the bathroom (which is the space in between our rooms) and stepped in front of the door leading to his room. I knocked three times. "Seokjin?"
What am I doing? He's not going to respond. He never has. I turned around to leave, but froze at the sound of a crash from the other side.
"Seokjin? Are-Are you alright?"
Nothing.
I was too worried to walk away. "Seokjin, I'm coming in, okay?" Without waiting for an answer I knew wouldn't come, I opened the door.
A warm smile greeted me. "Hey! You got the door open!"
I blinked at the sight of Seokjin. Usually he was so put together and sophisticated (except for when he's cracking his famous dad jokes). He took his school work seriously, and he always knew how to have fun.
But this.
"Seokjin? Are you...drunk?"
He frowned. "No! Shut up! I'll fight you both!"
I sighed again. He looked awful. I mean, yeah, he's always hot, but his state was not good. He lay on the floor, back against one of the legs of his desk. I assumed the crash came from the lamp that lay on the floor, broken lightbulb pieces scattered across the tan carpet. His eyes were red, as if he'd been crying for most of the night. He gripped a dark bottle in his left hand. Drool dribbled down the side of his chin, but I don't think he cared. I kneeled down in front of him. "Here. I think you've had enough." I reached for the bottle.
He jerked away from me. "Stop it! Get your own!"
"Seokjin, I know you. You don't drink."
He leaned forward, slouching and staring me in the eye. "People change. Besides, what do you care? You've always hated me."
"That's not true."
He scowled at me. "Yes it is!" He moved his hands, and I was afraid he might lash out and hit me. "Everyone has always hated me!"
