love, seungmin

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("-: ♡ :-")

kim seungmin, pov

his suitcase; clean and closed, his wallet; packed, his personal care items; packed, his toothbrush and paste; packed, his cellphone; in his pants pocket.

he recounted and recounted his items around that old room and one time he was one hundred percent sure that everything was packed. he closed his suitcase again and started to get out of that room who hugged him for around almost twelve months.

he's gonna miss it but hey, anything is going to be forever and he knows it well so he tries to don't make it worse and just let it go.

his suitcase wheels made an annoying sound but he was used to that so he just ignored it and continued looking for his new roomplace, he walked and walked until a "2209" in a piece of paper appeared in front of him.

with a sigh he put the key in the lock and once the door was opened he joined the room and looked at it for a while; it was a little more bigger in square meters but was the same thing, the same furniture, the same palette of colors and the same order of the things.

well, actually, he isn't going to miss his old room, this new room was exactly like his old, the left wall cracks and leaks weren't in his old room, with a new sigh put his suitcase in the room with him name in another piece of paper, looking the paper of the next bed as well.

the name was something stranger, was similar to something than he remembered but he just don't put so much attention to it and started to take out his things of the suitcase, putting everything in order, based of their color and size of the books he put them in a bookshelf of his side of the room filling it with just a half of all his books, the ones who don't filled in the bookshelf was putted in a box under his bed.

and his self care items was in a fruit basket that his old roomie give to him in his birthday, it just doesn't have fruits anymore, just shampoo, face creams, body creams, liquid soap, sponge and other items than he find necessary.

he put the fruit basket on top of the bookshelf along his headphones and the box of his glasses.

in thirty minutes he was done. it's nine forty-five but there were nobody already, so he started asking himself where would be his new roommate and why was that late that, he will be not surprised if his roomie ends up as a stranger, lazy and unresponsive guy, i mean he should be there 45 minutes ago.

he tries to ignore that and having in mind reads a book he moves to the bookshelf when a buzz of his cell phone stop him;

buddie innie

hey yoh!

wanna get out?

something terrible happens to me

i neeed yaaaaa

he let me :((

and i am:(((

:((((((

and don't having anything else, just an irresponsable roommate who was late, he decided to go out and find his best friend.

("-: ♡ :-")

me and jeongin are now coming back to my room, even when it was just a tiny square with two beds, two tiny desks, two tiny bookshelf and one window in the medium of the wall

even now, there is any signal from my new roommate, his part of the room still empty, just that piece of paper resting in the bed, the same way as an hour before.

jeongin just melted in my bed, i left him for a moment just to close the door with key, but once i return to my bed the heavy snoring of my best friend scared me.

i sigh and just let him be, to be honest, all that day was tired in all the concepts of the word, so without thinking much about it i lay down on the next bed

It was not necessary to count sheeps to fall asleep.

("-: ♡ :-")

there isn't sun hitting his eyes, or a warm bed cover covering his cold body. there was just nothing.

"hey, wake up" I just nodded and moved my position in the bed, when my own mind hit me; from who was that freaking voice?!

"what are you doing here?!" my scream made even jeongin (who was still snoring) wake up, in thousands of fragments of seconds we looked each other in the eyes.

"jeongin?"

"hyunjin?!"

"hyunjin? wait, this is not your most recent ex?"