The Wrong Roommate •JAEYONG•

Chapter 6: Overight Changes

Of course Taeyong was miserable. He couldn't sleep a wink, and he had a really bad headache. He was sure his eyes had bags under them as he walked to class. He got lots weird stares, probably something to do with how he would just randomly stop blankly in the middle of the hall before realising that he was going in the wrong direction and then curse and walk back only to realise that he was walking the right way before.

It happened a few more times, to the point where Taeyong was getting frustrated and confused and questioning himself. Not to mention he had actually forgotten where he was supposed to be headed anyway. Maybe that was why. So he paused for a second, and someone shook they head at his behaviour, probably contemplating calling for help. But he had pressing matter to think, so he threw a glare at the human who dared look down on him and continued thinking.

Where was I going again? Ah right. The canteen.  

Right when he turned around, ready to dash towards the canteen, someone actually  asked if he was ok. Of course Taeyong kept walking ahead as if he hadn't heard. Because he actually had, but wasn't interested in answering. Did he look ok? No right? So then why ask? 

"Hey!" The boy followed him, catching up and walking next to him. Taeyong threw him a semi-interested look, and if he had been in a better state-of-mind maybe he would've been flustered and greeted him back. But right now he just kept his mouth shut, and increased his pace. "It's Taeyong right?" He nodded, now kind of interested. Who was this guy? Why does he know his name? Why was he smiling like that? Why was it making Taeyong want to slap him? Why was he walking next to him? Why does he look like a wet puppy? And why did he smell like pineapple on pizza (aka disgusting)?

"I'm Moon Taeil, Jaehyun and Doyoung's classmate, even though I am like a year older than you guys." Damn, even though the boy answered a few his questions, the name Jaehyun did weird things to him. And he lost interest in poodle boy again.

Their morning had been so super awkward. Taeyong was half dead, half asleep and totally not in a good mood. He wasn't exactly pissed, because he was too sleepy to even care about how Jaehyun had practically found out his well kept secret and called him out for it. But that did disturb him enough to let him not sleep. So, he wasn't really very awake when he had walked into the kitchen to grab some coffee. It had probably shocked Jaehyun that he was even there, and not hiding like usual. The boy was acting all awkward and shy and weird and that annoyed Taeyong more than he already was, 'cuz it should be him who should be doing that not that idiot. So he might or might not have, unintentionally or intentionally, cursed at the boy, instead of thanking him for the pancakes the younger had bashfully placed in front of him.

The Fuck you instead of a Thank you was probably not what Jaehyun had been expecting as his response. Because the rest of the 15 minutes in that room were suffocating and this time it was Jaehyun who ran away first.

So now Taeyong knew how frustrating it felt when that happened. Noted.

That didn't make him feel any better though, if anything it made him more frustrated. So now he hated everything with a passion, and had a half awake brain.

"Ah you psychology major too?" His mouth talked, deciding to serve its function. "Fucking pricks the lot of you are." without the usual filter of course.

Taeil let out a very shocked and embarrassed laugh, but didn't sound offended. Even though a very deep and slightly conscious part of Taeyong was hurtling itself over imaginary sub-conscious cliffs because of his broken language filter.

"You must be very unhappy with my people for you to say that." Taeil mused. Gently directing Taeyong in the right direction, because Taeyong almost just entered the ladies washroom, and no one wants that many scars.