A/N: SO it's been about 7000 years since I last updated, I AM SO SORRY. I've had so much work to do before graduation, and I've been nonstop busy for 2 months straight. When I wasn't studying, I was working or sick. However, I graduate in less than a month, and hopefully, I'll be able to dedicate much more time to my fics.

Anway, here is a small oneshot that only took 1.5 months to write orz hopefully I made up for my absence with it being 3k.

ALSO: I realized that halfway through this, I switched viewpoints from Taemin to Minho so just bear with me. I was very tired while writing this, but I'm too lazy to change it now 😂

Taemin thanked the gods above that he managed to schedule his classes only on Tuesday and Thursday. Sure, his day went from 8am to 8pm, but he could deal with that. As a language major, he required a lot of time to read through complex articles and book chapters to fully understand the material. Or just try to understand, whatever. Plus, having Monday and Friday off essentially meant a 4 day weekend (okay, he had a shift on Friday from 5-7, but he pretty much just watched Netflix, since, really, what student comes in for tutoring on a Friday night?)

So, he was rather unpleasantly surprised when his phone beeped at 11am Friday morning. Okay, it really shouldn't have been that bad, but Taemin really liked to sleep in on Fridays. Like. Until 1pm.

"Who the hell-" he grumbled to himself when he opened his phone, the notification having coming from his dormitory wing's GroupMe. Squinting at the sudden brightness from his screen, Taemin clicked the group and a message from an unfamiliar name, Minho Choi.

Minho Choi

Hello, I am sorry to bother, but could I borrow someone's vacuum cleaner please? Thank you in advance. I am in room 251.

"Huh," was all Taemin said before turning off his screen and promptly falling asleep again.

It was nearly 2:15pm when Taemin finally woke up again. Feeling a bit more well rested, he yawned, stretched, and took a few moments to wake up before grabbing his phone, whose battery was at 48%.

"Damn battery eating vulture," he grumbled to himself as he plugged his phone into the charger before opening his Facebook and Instagram accounts. He spent 15 minutes or so watching funny videos and saving memes before deciding to take a look in the GroupMe again.

"Wonder if someone helped the vacuum guy," he mumbled out loud as he clicked on their group.

Multiple people had seen the message, but no one had replied. Taemin bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows before typing with shaky hands:

Taemin Lee

yo i've got a vacuum in my room. stop by 243, i'll be there indefinitely 😂

Taemin then pressed the blue arrow to send his message. His head hardly hit the pillow before the guy replied.

Minho Choi

I'll be there in a minute!!

"So much for a relaxing afternoon," Taemin snorted to himself as he sat up in bed, cracked every bone in his body, and took a swig of yesterday's coffee before making his way through their quad's living area and to the front door. When he opened it, he jumped nearly a foot in the air upon seeing a tall dude with dark hair and a phone in his right hand, left hand raised as if to knock on the door.

"Hey, you here about the vacuum cleaner?" Taemin asked dumbly, knowing very well that he (and apparently this guy) were the only two Asians in their wing, and the vacuum guy had a very Korean name.

"Yes, thank you so much!" Minho said, his voice much deeper than Taemin expected. The latter nodded and moved aside.

"Come in."

The two made their way into the room before Taemin allowed the door to automatically shut.

"Coffee?" he asked as he walked to the kitchen area, where he and his quad-mates kept their food and cleaning supplies. In separate closets, of course.

"No thanks," Minho replied quietly, looking around at their living room, "I like your living space."

"Thanks," Taemin called from the kitchen, rummaging around for the vacuum cleaner, "most of the stuff isn't mine, though. Just the Xbox and the dinosaur painting near the door."

Minho waited in silence as Taemin pulled out the vacuum from the closet, cursing a couple times when it got caught on other items.The latter made his way back to Minho, who stood patiently.

"Well, here you are," the younger said, smiling briefly, "one crappy vacuum cleaner, maybe ready to work."

Minho couldn't help but laugh out loud as he accepted the machine graciously.

"Thank you," he said, smiling warmly, "I really appreciate it."

"No problem."

One Friday afternoon weeks later, Taemin was woken up by a rather unpleasant ding that came from his phone. Grumbling and muttering a few curses under his breath, he opened one eye and unlocked his phone, displaying a notification from GroupMe. Specifically, from that Choi Minho fellow again.

Minho Choi

Hi! Sorry to bother again. Do you have a charger I could borrow for a little while? No one else on the floor owns a non-iPhone :(

Taemin sighed as he somehow managed to reply half-blinded:

Taemin Lee

Yeha I got one some on off r

'Autocorrect is a ' Taemin thought to himself, though he didn't dwell on the fact too long. He was pretty sure Minho would understand the idea.

The latter did understand the text, because just a couple minutes later, there were three light knocks at the door. Taemin dragged himself out of bed, sprayed a little cologne on himself, and managed to make his way to the door, which he opened.

Staring back at him was a very happy, very awake Choi Minho grinning back at him.

"Your reply was very elegant," he joked, walking into Taemin's quad, "spelling was on point."

"I'm not a morning person," Taemin managed to reply after a rather dramatic yawn.

"It's 3:30 in the afternoon," Minho chuckled as the younger made his way to his room to grab his extra phone charger.

"Well then I guess I'm not really a Friday person, then," he replied from across the quad. Minho's laugh resonated throughout the room, and Taemin couldn't help but smile.

"You're funny," Minho said in an amused voice as Taemin returned moments later, wrapped in a blanket, "but why did you put cologne on"

"Becusue I don't think when I'm half asleep," the younger replied, shrugging nonchalantly. Minho simply smiled.

"Of course."

Over the next couple weeks, Minho would text Taemin every Friday requesting to borrow a different item, each stranger than the last.

"Could I borrow your wok?"

"Mind if I use your Keurig? Ours is kaputt."

"...got a spare tennis raquet I could borrow for the day?"

Each time the two met, they stayed and talked for longer periods of time, discussing their majors, their interests, and other such personal facts. In fact, the two quickly became pretty good friends, and Taemin couldn't help but smile at the mere thought of the elder. After weeks of meeting up with Minho, Taemin practically anticipated Friday afternoons. He actually began to wake up earlier, in order to clean his room and make himself look nicer than if he had just woken up out of bed.

He didn'