Seven; Chanyeol

The first guy that I lived with was Park Chanyeol.

It’s completely scandalous, and not at all my fault. Even my parents don’t know about this, to this day.

In my second year of college, my parents moved away. My mom’s job had relocated outside of the city, and honestly I think both of them were ready for a quieter, slower life style. That meant, however, that when I returned to school for my third year, I needed to find an apartment. 

Baekhyun was the one who said he knew a place. Convenient location for classes, two bedroom, two bathroom loft. His friend used to live with someone older, who was graduating. Come to think of it, that should have been a sign. Baekhyun was never up to any good. 

What he failed to mention, coincidentally, was that his friend was male. 

Chanyeol was a nice guy. When I first met him, I just remembered him to be tall and way too energetic. I guess Baekhyun had filled him in on the gender thing, since he happily started carrying my suitcases into the living room.

“Byun, what do I say if my parents visit?” I hissed dragging Baekhyun into a corner. “My mother will mur