Short Story Compilation

First Encounter

Content warning - Sex references

This isn't how I thought I would spend the night before the new semester began. My one-night-stand pushing me out of her bedroom window as her roommates waited outside of her door, me, butt-naked, now outside of the house at 1 am with nowhere to go. It was too far to walk back to my dorm like this and I couldn't go back into her room either - I had no idea how long it would be.

"Hurry up, get out of here," she whispered angrily, pulling an oversized shirt over her head as she turned to open the door - turning back to watch me leave before she did so.

I didn't leave immediately. I didn't want a public indecency charge and I definitely didn't want the security cameras to pick up footage of me wandering around campus looking in the state I was - but I couldn't stay outside for much longer. For the middle of Autumn, you could imagine what my body was feeling right now.

What was I going to do? I could wait out here for God knows how long, go back into the room, get my clothes and be on my way. But that could be an hour and I'd run the risk of her roommates seeing me - which was apparently the biggest of her concerns, not me dying of hypothermia of course. I could just man up and walk back to my own dorm, but it was too far away and in the dark I'd get lost and, once again, freeze to death.

I sighed, turning my head around the corner of the building to look at the street. There were a few cars here and there, bundled in front of the houses of those who occupied them plus probably a few extra - should've brought your car Minho, wouldn't that have solved your problems?

I skimmed over the array of vehicles; if worse came to worst I could hot-wire one, because of course I know how to do that. But then I noticed, there was a house with no cars in front of it, no lights on inside yet the curtains were still open. That was my getaway.

Sidling my way around the backs of the buildings I came to the one I saw my chances with and stood in front of the back door. I peered in through the frosted glass and tried the handle.

Locked of course.

The backdoor connected to a utility room, if I could get in I could just sneak some of their laundry and sneak back out unaccounted for - whatever was there I'd take, even if only women's lingerie was available, it was better than what I had on right then, which was nothing if you had to be reminded.

I tried the handle again to double check it was truly locked and sighed when it was. Kneeling down and lifting up the mat and the foot of the door, it wasn't really any surprise to see a spare key under it, every college kid kept one there, but that didn't make me any less relieved.

Pushing the now unlocked back door open as quietly as I could, I snuck in and closed it behind me. I'd snuck into houses before of course - in and out - my own, my friends, even people I didn't know, much like right now. But the only difference is that there was no one home this time and they would never even suspect someone had been in, especially since I was doing nothing wrong.

I'd return the clothes eventually, it wasn't wrong.
Ruffling through baskets of laundry, I pulled out item after item. A pair of boxers, XXL too big, a t-shirt, XS too small, some sweatpants, even worse. It took what seemed like an hour to find anything that would remotely work and not long after that I had everything I needed - laundry-diving was a lot more difficult in the dark, especially when you have to climb into the dryer to find what you need.

I pulled on the second of the socks and took a moment as I stood up, deciding whether I wanted to risk a pair of shoes as well. While up to this point I had been successful, I didn't want to risk waking anyone in the house up by leaving the utility room - but the house may have been empty anyway, so what harm was there in trying?