“I’m your new roommate”

Jongin blinked twice as he stared at the shorter man sporting two large eyes, a neck tattoo, and weirdly cropped bangs. No, Jongin was quite sure he did not ask for a roommate from his landlord or anyone at all for that matter. He shifted awkwardly from his position by the door frame because he hadn’t taken a bath yet and the guy who claimed to be his roommate— albeit looking a little scary because of his awfully pale complexion— was wearing a thin white shirt, tracing the outline of his pectorals, and dress slacks. Holy .

“Uhm, I didn’t put up a notice saying I want a roommate.” Jongin said as he watched the guy in front of him drop his gaze from Jongin’s face, going downwards, and back up again with a blank expression. “I’m sorry, but I think you got the wrong apartment number.”

“Really, now?” The scary dude asked with a corner of his lips twitching downwards, cocking his head a bit to the right as if Jongin, the owner of the unit, was lying about not asking for a roommate. “The landlord told me it’s Unit 12 though.”

“This is not Unit 12.”

“It is.”

“It’s not.”

The shorter man sighed in exasperation. “You know, Jongin, if you’re going to lie, at least make sure there’s not a fat wooden number 12 stuck to your door.” The dude half-stated matter-of-factly, half-scoffed as he barrelled his way inside Jongin’s apartment— not using his luggage because he did not have any with him, just his body— and started taking of his black leather shoes.

“By the way,” the smaller man started as he turned around to look at Jongin who had his mouth agape at the stranger’s intrusion and mention of his name which Jongin clearly did not drop during their short exchange. “I’m Do Kyungsoo. I hope we get along well. Uhh, actually, scratch that. I don’t really care all that much.”

a/n: this story is purely crack material