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The one where they were roommates (KSJ)

🌺 Oh my god they were roommates...

  Jin was casually sat on the kitchen stool, eating cereal on the counter of the long kitchen island. He was munching slowly, not really caring if and when his cereal would get soggy. He had his phone propped up in his hand, and was looking through his text messages since he was bored as all hell.

  It was his day off today, and he didn't really plan on moving around much. Music drifts from the buds in his ears, drowning out the other noise of the apartment. It wasn't bothersome, he just preferred if he didn't hear what it was his roommate was doing on her side of their apartment.

  He and Ingrid had been friends for a long time, and when her boyfriend dumped her she was in need of a new place to stay somewhere else. So, being one of her only friends she could turn to in Korea, he offered her his other room to rent. It was hardly used anyway, unless Jungkook or Jimin would come pay a visit every now and then. But they haven't done that in a while, so he left the offer up to her.

  A year and a half later and everything was going just as smoothly as before. Some days, it was almost like there wasn't another person there. The only time Jin would be reminded was when he would look through their kitchen at her stuff (which quickly became their stuff, since they both enjoyed cooking and would often alternate turns and make a meal for the both of them). Oh, and of course, the other thing that he was constantly reminded of were the dates that Ingrid would bring home from time to time. It wasn't offen, but Jin never missed a beat. And they were all assholes.

  He gets it, he's known Ingrid for five years already, having met her not long after his debut. She was a pretty lady, and she worked hard, very independent and attractive. She had just finished her masters' in food science, too, so he knew that for any man that was willing Ingrid would be a great catch. He was confident about that.

  But it seems the only bait she's attracting are ignorant and/or self-centered pricks. Perhaps he's just biased, he knew her very well, after all. But surely she could do better when it came to reeling a good one in.

  Jin blinked in surprise when all of a sudden his ear bud was yanked out of one of his ears. He looked up, "Hello?" Said what looked like another American, telling by the tattoo on his bicep he was probably in Korea for military purposes. "Do you speak English?" He demanded, his eyes were stern as they set on Jin.

  Jin knew enough, but he didn't have to know that. He stared up at the stranger, swallowing his cereal and lifting his spoon for another bite, lips pouted as he chewed.  The guy scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Look, I dunno who you are, man-"

  "I'm her roomate." Jin droned in English, here it goes. Every time Ingrid brings a guy home he's always looking to rummage through the kitchen and manages to always find Jin there, minding his own business. For some reason the fact that he's Ingrid's roommate really doesn't sit right with them. And it wasn't just a foreigner thing, because all the Korean guys she's brought home have had similar reactions.

  "Her what? Why would she have a roommate that's a guy?" Jin just shrugged, not up for entertaining the dumb shit today. He plugs his ear bud back in and goes back to his screen.

  He heard the guy groan and leave the kitchen all together. Half an hour and a new bowl of cereal later and Ingrid was stepping into the kitchen, wearing short shorts under one of her night shirts (an old t-shirt Jin lent her once years ago when she was roofied and couldn't go home). Jin didn't even have to look up to know it was her. "That's the third one this month." He commented.

  "I honestly thought he'd be different this time, Jin!" She sighed, reaching up in the cupboards and grabbing a bowl, fetching a spoon to accompany it. Jin slides the cereal box and milk carton towards her, continuing to scroll through his phone.