Scars & Stitches | 𝐻.𝑗𝑠 + 𝐿.𝑓 - COMPLETED ✅-

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~Jisung's POV~

"Oh it's you again, is this your room too?" He says, standing in place as he looks at me for an answer.

'It's gonna be really hard to ignore him now.'

"U-uh, yeah," I stutter out, "I-I'm-" I'm what? Sorry for ignoring him at first? No, he's an alpha, I shouldn't have to apologize, "I'm Han Jisung. You are?"

"I'm Felix, it's nice to meet you Jisung" He grins, holding out his hand. I stare at his hand for a moment before realizing that I should probably shake it.

"Oh, I took this room by the way, I hope you don't mind."

"It's fine, I would've been fine with either one. Well I need to go settle in, I'll talk to you later?" He grabs his duffle bags and rolls them over to the other room.

Well, that went better than expected, I guess.

I went back into my room to put my things away, then laid spread-eagle on my bed once I was done.

Classes started in 2 days and I needed to go get my schedule sometime between now and then.

For now, I'm hungry and the sun is setting, so I guess I should go make myself some dinner.

I came back out of my cave and found Felix eating a bowl of ramen at the bar. I scoffed at him and went out to buy some groceries so I could make some real food and not the freeze-dried stuff they put in a cup.

On my way back, I saw Felix walking out of the dorm, which was interesting since curfew was soon. Did no one tell him?

Oh well, that's on him.

I stood in front of the stove and made myself some bibimbap. I wasn't listening to the front door, so I didn't hear Felix coming in while I was cooking.

~Felix POV~  

Craving for something specific, I left the dorm to go to the store around the corner, buying my favorite caramel coffee hard candy and a ice cold Starbucks mocha in a glass before going back home.

When I got back the smell of food and the sound of sizzling filled my senses and my mouth started to water....

Is Jisung cooking?

I walk into the kitchen, and place my store bought things on the counter, only to see the smaller in front of the stove wearing a large t-shirt covering his small frame

"Well hello to you, too," He says.

I snapped out of my food dream and sheepishly shuffled out of his way.

"Hey, whatcha makin'?" I ask, trying to lean over his shoulder to catch a little peak.

The smell making me hungry for the second time today

He rolls his eyes at me before turning back towards the food and saying, "Home-cooked bibimbap, my great-grandma's recipe to be exact. Much better than the fake stuff you heat up in a cup."

"Hey, have you ever heard the saying: use what you got?" I cross my arms feeling utterly offended.

"Sure I have, I just happen to go out and fight for what I can get versus lazing around and accepting whatever has been hand-delivered to me." His voice was stern, not quite yelling, but powerful nonetheless.

"You're a feisty one aren't you? No problem it's cute anyway."

"You seem to not want to be bothered so I'll see you tomorrow" I salute with my two fingers, bring my stuff with me to my room.

Water droplets fell from my hair as I stepped out the bathroom, a towel around my neck and baggy sweats on. I didn't finish my iced mocha and decided to put it in the fridge so it won't be left out and warm.

I didn't bother thinking about putting a shirt on as I walked out the room. The tv was on and I saw the smaller staring at it with his cheeks filled with food, like he's storing it there or something.

I smile a bit but don't say anything, just doing what I came out of my room to do before disappearing back in it.

I finish my drink and head to bed, dreaming of my cute roommate the whole night, and wondering what on earth makes him as defensive as he is.

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