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and they were roommates

"And here are your keys." The employee said, handing 4 key cards to Chan. "One room has a couch that converts into a bed if needed. It's room 0324."

Chan smiled thankfully at the employee. He was always extremely nice to everyone. "Ah, thank you, sir."

I looked over to Felix, who was making weird faces a few feet away from me. I laughed, and he fell onto the floor laughing as Woojin gave him a weird look.

"We have our roommates picked out, correct? Since there's an odd number, Jeongin, you're with Woojin and I." Chan stated, placing his hand on the shoulder of the mentioned boy. "I guess we'll be using room 0324."

Hyunjin quickly grabbed onto Seungmin's arm and pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him protectively.

Changbin gave a quick glance to Felix, accompanied by a small nod that the other reciprocated.

Fuck.

I'm stuck with Minho.

"Chan-hyung, there is no way that you're going to make me room with Jisung. Last time I had to room with him, he played Fortnite with Felix all night! And they were super loud!" Minho whined, pointing at me and glaring.

Why is that lowkey hot?

"I'm sorry, Minho, but I don't think anyone will want to switch with you." Woojin replied apologetically. "I'd give you Jeongin, but he's too cute to give away."

"Wow, thanks, hyung."

"Jisung-ah! I didn't mean it like that."

"It's okay."

I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall. My eyes trailed across the room and finally landed onto Minho talking to Chan a few feet away.

He was wearing tight black pants that really accentuated his thick thighs, and a loose shirt that was dark grey. There was also a lot of jewelry on his ears, and plain black Vans on his feet.

His thighs really made me weak.

They were thick, but it was because he was a dancer. And a very good one. Sometimes I would sit in the hallways of the practice room and just stare through the door at him dancing.

It was so beautiful.

Watching his body curve as he twists around, his arms gracefully cut through the air as he moves to the soft beat of the music.

My mother used to tell me, 'There are only three types of people who can really feel music. People who write it, people who play or perform it, and then people who can move to it.'

I was the first type.

And Minho was definitely the last.

Sometimes he would come into the studio while Changbin, Chan, and I were producing, right after he finished dancing. His hair would be wet with sweat, and his cheeks would be lightly blushed from the exercise.

And he would only come in to talk to Chan.

And I would have to sit there, pretending to fiddle around with a song. But I was really listening into their conversations.

'Chris,' Minho would say. 'I've had a really hard day.'

And they would talk.

But not me. I would be forced to listen to my crush talk about his life and feelings with my best friend and not with me.

It kind of hurt.

But not as hurt as I would feel after fansigns. We were all encouraged to give affection and fanservice, which most of us did naturally.