I grumbled underneath my breath. I could tell the man was judging me, after all he had clean, professional looking clothes,  a nice hair cut, and even jewelry on his wrists. I couldn't compare to him at all, wearing old clothes that were big on me, and sporting the same hair cut that I've had for the past couple of years.

I may be a famous writer but my source of income depended on writing and I've been in a slump for the past couple months, my mind blank once I came to a word document page. Nothing was really the same since my ex passed away. While we had been together I had been able to write a lot, and I was able to come up with several fresh and new ideas.

Now I was stuck with someone who was already judging me. How was this possible? What was going to happen now?

The man, Donghae, turned to me with his hands on his hips. He seemed to have come to some sort of decision although he didn't look too happy about it.

"Let's just live together. We can split the apartment in half, and we will share the kitchen and the bathroom. We are both men so it shouldn't be a big problem," He said slowly. Although I preferred to live alone, his idea seemed to be the only solution. I nodded and he immediately put the key in the lock and turned it.

The door opened to the apartment that I had liked from the beginning. It had a large open bedroom area, an open kitchen, but a rather small bathroom. I wasn't sure if this was going to work out. I was a very sensitive person and I didn't like people touching my things. Not to mention that I got paranoid when things were messy. I had a habit of cleaning things when I was bored or frustrated.

I walked into the apartment after Donghae, admiring its large space. I wondered how long I would have to live with this person...if we would ever get along in the first place.

I looked at both sides of the room, wondering which side would be better. I tried to move to the right side, but Donghae stood in my way. I glared at him, hoping he would get the message to move but he was oblivious. I bumped into him on purpose, hoping to get my point across to him. I looked closer at the right side of the room, noticing that it didn't have an outlet to plug my computer into.

"I choose the left side," I announced, although I was sure Donghae wouldn't bother listening to a w