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roommates - kang yeosang

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Upon hearing there had been a change to your dorm, you couldn't help but feel quite enlightened. You had been in this old building for the past two years and it certainly had more parts falling apart than parts sticking together.

     Packing your bags was the only thing that irked you about the entire situation. You didn't remember bringing so many things to college. Taking your bags from the boot of your car, you looked up at this monster of a building in awe.

     This place had been built specifically for the purpose of housing students for the campus that was only a five minute walk down the street. It had been designed that most students would have their own rooms, sharing only communal spaces such a living areas and cooking areas. Small bathrooms would be shared by four to five people.

     You followed the instructions on your key-card which told you that your room was on the seventh floor. Other students were chattering amongst themselves as they tried to figure out who they would be spending the next few semesters with.

     After a brief trip up the stairs, you come across a door with a document attached to the front of it. Peering closer at the paper, you notice it reads the list of names for people who will be in this space. None of them really register until you pick up on one in particular.

     Kang Yeosang.

Other than him there was one other girl and a guy who you hadn't met before. Swallowing thickly, you unlock the door and enter. Immediately you are greeted by the shared living area, small kitchen located on your left.

     A small corridor could be noticed straight ahead with what you assumed to be the bedrooms leading off it. You make a move to try and find your designated room but come to a halt as someone steps out of the bathroom and into your path.

     Your eyes flutter upwards to meet the surprised gaze of the male. He stands tall, one hand combing through his brown locks, the other holding a towel. That's when you notice his wet hair, he's just gotten out of the shower it steams. His ripped skinny jeans paired with a printed tee were a classic combination for him.

     "Having showers already?" You ask him, recognition of his features lighting up instantly. Noticing that it is only you, he lowers his hand and simply smirks.

     "Would you have preferred that I wait for you?" He retorts with another question. He takes a step closer to you, to which you respond by taking one backward, almost tripping over your poorly placed bags.

     "Back off mister," You tut at him. "I don't even know your name yet."

     "The other two have been and gone," He pouts, raising his eyes behind you to ensure he is correct with his statement. "We don't have to act like strangers, Y/N." He steps closer again, this time you don't back away. His hand gently touches your elbow, tracing a line down to where he grasps your hand in his own.

      Your breath begins to quicken slightly, mouth falling open slightly. "Yeosang," You whisper his name. "Maybe I should ask for a room change."

      The taller pauses for a moment, not bothering to try and contain his dark chuckle. "I think you and I both know that won't be happening." Yeosang leans his head down, his hot breath fanning over your neck as you fight the urges to give in.

"Consider it a blessing that we can touch each other whenever we want."

      With a sigh, your arms reach to wrap around his neck as you turn your head with hopes of finding his lips with your own. But this movement is turned down as Yeosang calmly steps backward once more, placing space between you.