Innocent Kook learned to stand on his own two feet in foreign lands, hopefully ready to become a man of his own. The problem is... he still wears bunny onesies, keeps naughty secrets and would de/befriend anything close to human for food. Thanks eno...
Sometimes I think I am an overworker. Even in the holidays I took up forms to translate, when all my workmates excused themselves. By workmates I mean, virtual coworkers. I do online translations for a translation company with a group of multilinguals. Since the New Year's break has officially started in many places over the world, people have stopped taking over translation files.
Not me. I am bored in the dorm.
Everybody left in the morning. It's 12 in the afternoon, and I'm already bored.
- Aishhh. -I throw my head back on the bed and sigh. What am I gonna do here all day?
Just at that time a knock is heard on my dorm room.
Th-that's unexpected?
I quickly buckle up and dart my eyes to the door while uttering a 'come in' in Portuguese.
The door cracks open and a head slips in between. I size down my eyes so I can clearly see who he is, but I don't know him. He looks... Korean? Is he Korean?
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Imagine a door and not a curtain.
- Annyeong Jimin-ssi.
Okay, he knows my name?!
- Am I disturbing?
I put the computer on my lap to the bed and stand up, walking up to him and opening the door so I can fully see him.
The moment I swing the door open, he almost falls forward, maintaining his balance last minute and showing me an embarassed and apologetic smile.
What the actual. I am not able to hold back a geniune smile, because undeniably, this boy is interesting.
He is wearing a onesie. A bunny onesie.
- You are? -I ask trying to be serious, although I could actually laugh my ass off at how little he looks inside that clothing. He himself doesn't look that little though... Does he work out or someth-
- Sorry I didn't introduce myself. -He answers in Korean. -I am a residing student in this dorm. My room is on third floor.
I mouth an 'oh' and nod.
- Are you that other student that's staying here during the holidays?
- Unfortunately, yes. -He shrugs and I can't help but find that little move cute.
I smile. Now that I think about it, maybe we can be friends and get each other through these holidays!
- Sorry I didn't offer you a seat. -I pull out a chair in hurry. He respectfully shows a head bow and takes it.
I sit on the other side of the table. I have so many questions to ask this boy.
I actually know a bit about him, now that I think about him. Our room is the only room that Koreans reside in. There are 6 of us that stay here in a total of 3 bunk beds. The beds on the left wall belong to Hoseok and Suga hyung; Namjoon and Jin hyung got the right wall beds; and me and Taehyung share the beds in the middle. I have the lower bed and TaeTae sleeps up.
