☆Moving In☆ •* bang chan x male!reader *•

chapter VII

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a loud bang resounded throughout the entire house.

chris dropped his phone on his desk as he quickly turned his head towards his room's door.

someone entered the house.

he quietly closed his laptop, to turn off the only light in the house, and took his headphones off.

he crouched down and quietly exited his room.

"what the actual fuck are you doing?"

chris looked up at the familiar voice, and saw his roommate.

"long short story," chris said as he stood up and brushed his knees, "you didn't come home for two weeks, and so the possibility of you coming back home didn't even cross my mind. i thought it was a criminal, like a robber."

junghwa's head lowered, "i told you a while ago that i sometimes don't come home for days," he looked at his feet and played with his fingers, hiding his shyness.

"yeah... uber eats?"

"yeah."

"were you working on a new album?" chris' mouth was full of chinese noodles, but he still was determined to start a conversation with his absent minded roommate.

"eat or talk. no in between."

"rude."

"you're the rude one, by talking with your mouth full."

"so, new album?" the trainee ignored the shorter's scoldings. he loved eating, he loved socializing and talking with his bias, so why couldn't he do both?

"i don't want rumors to start so i won't tell you anything about what i was working on."

"oh mY GOD," he said as he munched on his food, "A SOLO ALBUM?"

"n-"

as junghwa was about to start raising his voice, a pretty melody came out of chris' phone. he quickly looked at it, then continued to munch on his food.

"you're not gonna answer?"

"nope."

"want me to?"

"no, thank you though, i know how much you hate calling people," chris made a small smile.

junghwa put his fork down, and took chris' phone.

"i answer, or you refuse the call."

chris looked at junghwa right in the eyes, his smirk widening.

"hello this is the owner of this phone's friend. he is currently unavailable and won't be able to answer your call for a while. thank you for your understanding, and have a pleasant evening." the idol hung up and muttered a small, "fucker, making me lose my appetite," before going straight back to his bedroom.