Boy In Luv // Johnten

5

When Jinki said he was bringing Ten and Bambam to their dorm rooms, the entire atmosphere around them changed. It was lighthearted and anxious before but it quickly became suffocating. As ready as he looked, Bambam was not ready to meet his roommate.

What if he's messy? What if he didn't like him? What if he was bitchy? Or worse, a fuckboy? The questions running through the boy's mind were anything but positive. Ten could practically see the thoughts in his head and reached a hand towards the younger's shoulder, letting him know it would all be okay.

A small smile appeared on his old friend's face, knowing that he wouldn't be alone. And if there were any problems with his roommate, he knew Ten would help sort them out.

Jinki brought Ten to his room first as it was closets to where they had parked the car. Ten hugged Bambam and assured him that everything would be fine before entering his home for the next few years.

Bambam's anxiety only went up after Ten left and fiddled with the hem of his sweater. The man bringing him to his room must have noticed because he stopped suddenly and turned to face the younger boy. When he saw the look of confusion of his face, he laughed a little and ruffled the boy's hair.

"They'll love you, I'm sure of it. I can already tell you won't have a lot in common but I'm sure you'll get along perfectly," he assured the younger. Unfortunately, that only made Ten more nervous.

"We don't have much in common?! What if he doesn't like me? What if he hates me? What if he's a bad roommate? WHAT IF ITS NOT EVEN A GUY?!" Ten was going into panic mode but he put on a smile and thanked his new friend.

Once he had closed the door behind him, he started taking deep breaths to prevent a panic attack. "Should I call Bam?" He mumbled to himself frantically. "No his roommate might be there already. But what if he's not?" He paced the room for a little while before saying "Fuck it I'm calling him" and dialling his best friend's number.

His phone rang thrice before going to voicemail. "Fuck," he whispered. He walked to the couch that had been put in the living room and sat down with his head in his hands. He could feel his hands shaking and tried to stop any sort of panic attack.

He heard the door open and someone say "Hello?" "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," he whispered, desperately trying to get rid of his panic attack.

He could hear footsteps getting nearer to him. "Are you okay?" Fuck. They had found him. He shook his head, not wanting to try to say something and have it come out as a squeak or sob. He heard bags fall to the floor and saw the person sit in front of him.

Fuck he's hot too. "Deep breaths, okay?" For being so muscular, the man had a surprisingly kind voice. Ten did his best to follow the man's command and tried his best to steady his breathing.

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(a/n: IM BAAAAACK!!! sorry it took me so long guys :(. but i'm back now and i'll be doing my best to update more often.

fr recommendations #4:

Skinny Bitch by honeybubbletae

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