Red Light || B1A4 Jinyoung

Chapter 2

"Um... I think I'm in the wrong room." The boy says.

'It's him.'

It was the same boy I had ran into at the convenient store. Well, I ran into many, three to be exact, but the one that knocked into me at the door. The same one that left me with that feeling. The same pull as now.

It was still strong even as he silently steps outside the dorm to check it's numbers. His long, grey coat swinging as he shifts and moves. His black hair somehow wild but calm at the same time.

"Or..." the words come out as he slowly steps back into the dorm room. "Maybe you're in the wrong room." That statement was enough to pull me right out of my thoughts.

I don't like being accused. And even by a little statement like that. Anything like that could bring me out of my deepest thoughts and smack dab back into reality.

"Room 404. That's what it says right?" I ask my tone flat.

"Yes." He states.

"Then I'm in the right one," I say my tone never changing. He raises an eyebrow at me. "Want proof?" I walk my way over to the coffee table and pull out the key to the dorm. I walk back over to him and hold it up to him. "See?" If this wasn't proof I don't know what was. The key had the room number engraved on it.

"Ok." I could tell he wasn't comfortable with this. I don't think anyone would be.

I watch him walk his luggage to his bed on the right side in the back room. The whole travel there he would throw me the weary eye like expecting me to say it was a joke and walk out and leave.

'Yeah right! I was here first buddy.'

As he was fixing his stuff, I walk over to the door and finished closing it. I turn around to see him starting from the far end of the room.

"Relax. I'm just closing it. That's all." I throw him a glare.

I don't know what it was about him but it just didn't feel right. Literally.

I walk over to the left side of the room and crash land into one of the sofas that were placed in front of a large window.

It's not what you think. It's still one room. It's just all connected. There was a small living room located on the left by a window. The kitchen was on the right with a pantry. The far back was the beds. One on the left and the other on the right. In the middle, between the beds, was where the bathroom is located. Two Chester drawers one both side of the bathroom door.

I watch him as he walks over and places himself on the other sofa, across from me. We sat in silence for a while, neither of us saying anything. After a while, I decide to break the quiet but tense atmosphere.

"So. I guess we are a co-ed room?" One of his eyebrows raises in confusion. "The lady at the desk said it was packed this year. So packed that they had to have some co-ed dorms. So boom! Here we are." I lean back and slide my feet into the chair with me. Silence. Instead of words, I get a nod.

"Oh!" It dawns on me we still don't even know each other. "I'm Kim So Yeon." I playfully solute with my left hand.

That was the thing about my personality, it never stays in a sour state for long unless I was really angry about something. Sometimes it made me look like I was bipolar, or a least seem insane. Like I cared though. I like to believe that it was my charm. Can't put up with it then go somewhere else, because there are plenty of other people in the world, and I do just fine without a friend that judges.

"Jung Jinyoung," He slowly says his name.

I just nod.

"Have an-" I was interrupted when we hear a knock on our door. I slowly get up and walk over to open it. As I open it, I am met with a caramel color haired boy.