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four

It wasn't another week when I saw him again.

This time, at school. I never knew he went to the same university as me. He stood by the vending machines with Minghao and Mingyu. Huh.

My bitch ass roommate never told me he has a friend named Junhui. Well, probably because I exclude myself to human contact most of the time. It's surprising I could put up with Seungcheol hyung and Soonyoung's shit.

Since I tend to question everything, I asked my student council colleague Jihoon to get Junhui's schedule and read everything about him.

God, I was creepy. Well, it was Jihoon's words but still he obliged.

I found out a lot about him that day. He was from China, an acting major with a minor in dance. Great at singing, dancing and playing the piano. He was a very lively person, always caught up in trouble but everyone likes him.

I was a complete opposite.

Maybe opposites attract.

I learned his dorm room was only two floors up from mine. I could also ask Mingyu if Junhui came over to our room since whenever Mingyu had guests in, I shut my door and ignore the screams and the laughs coming from my roommate's side.

I needed to go out more.