Our Dorm Life | Rosekook | DISCONTINUED

Chapter 8

Chaeyoung's POV

I hastily inserted my key to the lock, and closed the door as soon as I entered my room. I leaned my back against the door, panting. What was I thinking?  "It's the same with you, I feel like I can trust you too." I can trust you too my butt! I only met Jungkook not even twenty four hours ago and here I was teasing a boy- a handsome boy at that! I don't know what possessed me to suddenly start acting confident.

Besides, if I wanted to continue living on my own, I would need to fullfil my dad's one and only condition: studies first, boys after. I groaned. If my father found out that my neighbor was a male, and one at my age.... That's a goodbye to my apartment.

I stood up from my spot, and grudgingly made my way to my bed. I laid down on the edge, sighing as I closed my eyes. Sleep overtook me in a matter of a few seconds.

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I huffed as I continued to punch the punching bag situated in front of the wall. I had been exercising for the past 45 minutes and was about to finish with my last punch. Boom! Phew! That was a good workout.... Until I saw what my last punch had done to the wall. There was a huge cylinder shaped hole on the wall, and on the other side was Jungkook who looked like he saw his life pass through his eyes.

I waved awkwardly at Jungkook, the situation still not registering in my head, "Uh, hi?" 

Jungkook blinked a few times, his mouth still wide open, "How the hell did you break through that wall?"

"Sorry, I accidentally punched it?  The wall was thinner than I thought."  I paused, "Technically, it was my punching bag that did."  It was in that moment when I realized what had just happened. 

I punched a hole through a wall.  I made a hole on a wall.  Repairing it will be expensive.  I'm a high school student and broke.  I gasped, "Oh my gosh," I whispered, "I'm totally screwed."  Not only with the manager and Jungkook, but also my dad.  Once he hears about this... I'm in for a treat.

Jungkook stood up from his couch and immediately walked towards me, concern in his expression, "Are you okay?  You're not hurt, are you?"  He scanned my body for any injuries.

I felt my cheeks heat up. Was he not concerned for the wall that I had just broken? "I'm fine, but the wall isn't." I replied, gesturing over to the scene.

"I can see that," Jungkook chuckled, "A wall we can replaced, but a human can't." He added solemnly.

I wanted to question his words, but seeing his expression, I decided to change the subject.

"Ugh, just imagining how much money this'll cost..." I muttered, sinking down to the ground.

Jungkook hummed in response, "We'll need to let the manager know about this," he suggested, "although I'd be very surprised if she didn't hear it considering how loud that was."

As if the manager had heard him, a knock resonated through the room.

"Speak of the devil." Jungkook chuckled before walking towards the door.