The morning was like any other. Day after day it was always the same thing and usually people were okay with it. No one liked drastic changes or changes with no warning, so the same thing over and over wasn’t bad at all. The sky was grey because of the winter clouds; you could hardly see the sun. Actually, some people couldn’t actually remember the last time they saw the sun because it had been raining for such a long time. It was a little cold but nothing unbearable; a warm jacket and a nice pair of boots would make everything better.

Or, if you could, stay at home with a nice warm blanket around you and a nice warm drink. Now that would be heaven. All of that next to a warm body who would hold you and caress your hair while you allowed yourself to fall into a deep slumber. Someone next to you who would whisper sweet nothings and make you feel the happiest person alive. Now that would be nothing but paradise.

“Wake up you lazy !” That on the other hand, was something that no one wanted to hear. Something that people could live perfectly well without. “Jongin! Wake up!” He hated when his roommate called him like that. He hated when his roommate woke him up like it was the end of the world and he hated when his roommate acted like he was his mother.  Slowly, he opened his eyes and he saw the older, yet shorter male, cleaning the room like he was about to receive the Queen of England there. He looked stressed and like he was about to burst into a rage page at any moment now.

For Jongin that was the most normal thing in the whole world and he was used to it by now. At first he thought it was annoying and that Kyungsoo, which was his name, had some kind of OCD because he was always cleaning everything. But then, he found out why his friend cleaned like a freaking maniac, and since then he stopped worrying about what could happen to him. Instead he would just ignore and stay in his bed while the other did the work. “Just five more minutes mom.” Jongin said with a teasing tone as he closed his eyes again and allowed his head to fall on the pillow.

He regretted right away when he felt a pile of clothes being thrown to his face. God, how could someone so small have so much strength? “That’s not funny Jongin! I’m not your mother.” He paused and walked closer to Jongin’s bed and grabbed the sheets. “Now get the hell up! Kris is coming to visit and you promised you would help!”

“Blasphemy! Since when did I promised such thing?” Jongin asked with a suspicious yet very lazy tone. He really wasn’t going to bother himself with this. He wasn’t. “You did! Yesterday before going to bed you said you would help!” That was low. How could Kyungsoo do that to him? “I came from a bar! I was out with Chanyeol! You knew I was drunk! You know I’ll say yes to anything when I’m drunk! That’s how I ended up with blond hair!” Jongin pointed to his head but the older man just rolled his eyes, not really caring about Jongin’s previous intoxicated state. “I don’t care. A promise is a promise, now get up! Kris will be here in minutes!”

Jongin groaned. It was always because of Kris. It was always because of Kris that Jongin had to get up from his own bed and help cleaning the house. It was because of Kris that he had to stop doing whatever he wanted and leave the house so he could give Kyungsoo some space. For crying out loud, he was in college. He was promised that in college he would be able to do whatever he wanted and sleep until late hours of the afternoon! Why wasn’t he doing that? Why was he being forced to get up and clean his room like a high scholar again?

“Why can’t you and your boyfriend go to his house? He lives alone and I’m pretty sure he would be happy to you there. He probably is into some and has the devices to do anything he wants in his own room.”

Jongin always knew he had a dirty mouth but he also knew that Kyungsoo wasn’t blushing because of what he just said. He was blushing at the word ‘boyfriend’. It was no secret that the two of them, Kyungsoo and that giant called Kris were completely, madly in love with each other since they started college three years ago but the two were too stupid to confess, so instead they would make up excuses to spend time together.

It cute at first, but now it was just painful. Kyungsoo met Kris when he decided he wanted to learn Mandarin. He thought it would be good for him since he was thinking about spending a semester in China, so it made complete sense. What he wasn’t expecting was for it to be so damn hard. He thought it would be easy, but not. And being Kyungsoo, he hated to fail his classes, so he decided to look for a tutor.

He saw flyers about a Chinese tutor that would help students in the library between 3PM and 7PM. For Kyungsoo was more than perfect. He got there and what he saw was an older student, who looked more like a male model, with blond hair a smile probably worth billions and he just had this aura around him that made Kyungsoo look at him like he was some sort of good.

In a couple of hours they knew everything about each other and did no studying at all. Naturally. Who could study with a man like Kris next to them? Kyungsoo found out that Kris was Chinese but lived in Canada for a while, was going to take a teaching major since he wanted to teach kids (no surprise there since he was doing the whole tutoring thing for free, just for experience like he said) and that he was, with no doubt the most charming and caring guy out there.

And Jongin was pretty sure Kris felt in love with Kyungsoo on the same day because of Kyungsoo’s small frame, big eyes and personality. Well, probably not because of his personality because that guy was the reincarnation of Satan himself, but whatever. It wasn’t like Jongin didn’t like his friend. He did. They had been best friends since high school, they were lucky to be in the same college and live in the same apartment.

Kyungsoo took care of him and was always there for him but it annoyed him how his friend could be in love with the same guy for years and do nothing about it! All they did was stare into each other’s faces, blush and smile like a couple of idiots. Why couldn’t they just confess and be over with it? And that flirting, god that flirting was so annoying and disgusting Jongin was one step away from jumping out of the window so he didn’t had to hear them anymore.

“Kris is bringing his friend from China. He’s moving here to major in dance.” Jongin rolled his eyes. He didn’t care about that. All he wanted was to sleep and stay like that for the rest of the day. “I think his name is…Xing or something…Anyways, it seems they know each other for years and that he’s some kind of dance protégée.”

Kyungsoo stopped for a moment. “Just like you Jongin!” Another pause and Jongin rolled his eyes. His friend was trying his best to come up with something that would make him get up, but he couldn’t care less. Nothing, and he really meant nothing, would make him get up from his bed. It was warm, comfortable and he won the right to stand there all day, all weekend if he wanted to.

Jongin opened his mouth to speak but then he heard the doorbell. He saw Kyungsoo almost jump from where he was standing and his cheeks turned into a flaming color of red. “….idiot…” The younger groaned. He could see Kyungsoo was almost entering in panic and didn’t know what to do. A normal person would get up and answer the door, like it was no big deal, but Kyungsoo was mumbling some random words and playing with his fingers, not really sure of what to do.

The doorbell kept on ringing and Kyungsoo stood there, still in shock. “What do I do? What do I do?” He kept on asking and Jongin couldn’t help but roll his eyes. This couldn’t be happening. Was this really happening? Really? Why? Why did he lived with a guy that was completely lovesick and couldn’t move a muscle every time his ‘loved one’, like Jongin liked to call, came?

“….you must be kidding me…” Jongin complained as he threw the warm covers away from his body. He could feel the cold breeze taking over and he shivered. He knew he should sleep with warmer clothes, but his sheets were enough.  He knew his friend was completely frozen and he knew that bell would keep ringing until someone opened the door. And he was pretty sure that someone would be him, because if it depended on Kyungsoo, that annoying thing would keep on ringing, probably all day.

He grabbed a coat that he found around the room and walked towards the front door, ignoring the idiot Kyungsoo that just stood in his place. “Cold, cold, cold…” He really didn’t care about he looked at that moment. He knew his hair was a complete mess, his eyes swollen and barely open and he looked like he was about to kill someone.

Not to mention he was using a pair of very old pajama pants and a t-shirt that said “ it” in really big, black letters. If he remembers correctly, it was Baekhyun that gave it to him when he turned 21 and out of the closet. It was the lamest present he could receive, but again, he was completely intoxicated at the time, so it looked pretty awesome.

The doorbell was starting to annoy him and he was sure he was about to punch Kris’s face for it. Oh, how he would love to do that. But if he did, he was pretty sure Kyungsoo would kill him after, and he could look small, but Kyungsoo was stronger than you could possibly imagine. Probably all that cooking made him gain some serious muscle.”God damn it Kris, stop the ing noise!” He shouted and looked to the tall, blond man in front of him.  He could see the Chinese male give a small smile, trying to apologize without words.

 “Next time, I’ll cut off your hands.” Jongin said and Kris just ignored his words as usual. His eyes were searching for something, or better, someone else and he couldn’t be bothered by Jongin anymore. “Kyungsoo is in my room.” Jongin said already knowing. “He was cleaning it and froze when you ringed.” Jongin knew he probably shouldn’t say these kind of things, but why should he care? it wasn’t his life so he could say whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. Actually, he was in the mood to ruin Kyungsoo’s reputation just a little, but then again, did the other man even have a reputation?

“How do you know I’m looking for him?” Kris asked and the younger male rolled his eyes and continued with the serious expression. “You’re kidding right? I’m pretty sure you didn’t come here at this ungodly hour to say hi to me.” Jongin said as he crossed his arms and blinked is eyes. “It’s 1PM.” Jongin couldn’t believe Kris was actually pushing the subject. He should know better by now. “I don’t care. I need to sleep and you came to ruin it. Now go see your dearest before he jumps from a window because he can’t control his emotions.” Jongin wanted to sleep, he wanted everyone around him to disappear and he wanted to sleep, but because of these two lovebirds, it would be impossible.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Kris moved a little to the side and Jongin raised a brow not sure of what was happening. He saw the older man move and behind him he saw probably one of the most, if not the most, beautiful man Jongin as ever seen. “This is Yixing. He’s my best friend and he came from China to study dance, just like you.”

Kris said and Jongin saw the male bow and give a happy, gentle smile. He had light brown hair, white pure skin, red lips and the most adorable dimple on his right cheek. “Real classy Hyung, to forget you bring a friend with you.” Jongin said and Kris tried his best not to roll his eyes for the hundred time. He had no idea why Jongin behaved like that towards him, but maybe it was simply because he was lacking sleep.

The man behind the freaking giant gave a step forward and smiled again. “Hi, I’m Zhang Yixing!” He introduced himself and Jongin was pretty sure he was still sleeping, because he never saw such a perfect smile in his life. “….Kim Jongin…” He was happy that he was in such a state that he looked like he was about to punch everyone around him because if he did, he was pretty sure he would blush at the sight in front of him. “Now that you’re introduced, can I go now?”

“Pretty sure Kyungsoo is dead by now.” Jongin said as he woke up from his dreamland only to hear a very frustrated shout behind him. “Hey! I heard that!” Who knew that Kyungsoo was able to actually move from his spot without the help of Kris? He was probably starting to control his own emotions…that called for a celebration, for sure. “Kyungsoo….Hi!” Kris said from his place and Jongin knew the shorter man was already blushing and his big eyes were only bigger because he couldn’t control his emotions. “…Hyung…H…Hi…”

 Could these two look more…annoying than they already were? Could they be any cheesier and disgusting? God, he was about to scream if those two didn’t do anything about it. Not to mention that he could feel the around them. Jongin pretend he was throwing up and he heard a small giggle next to him. He looked up and saw Yixing trying his best not to laugh at Jongin’s impersonation. “I know how you feel.” He couldn’t help but smile at that. Finally, someone who understood him and knew how he felt. Because honestly, just looking at those two guys was pretty much a full time job by now. “Seriously Hyung, just go before he collapses.”

Kris smiled at that comment and entered the house without being invited. He didn’t need to, he practically lived there already. “If you two do something nasty in my bed, I’ll burn you both.” Jongin said and he heard Kris laugh. He didn’t like that laugh. He didn’t like it at all because it meant Kris was indeed planning something nasty and disgusting and if he saw it would haunt him until the day he died. God, just imagining it made him shiver from head to toe.

“S...So…can I enter or do I’ve to stay outside until those two are done or I've to stay here and freeze?”