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Jongin carelessly throws the keys to the apartment on top of the dinner table. He pushes the hair that falls to his forehead back in frustration. "So, how in the world did you finish that test before me?" Jongin decides to go ahead and ask now. "You were the second person to turn yours in."

"I just guessed on every single question," Sehun lies. He kicks his shoes off his feet. "Why would I waste my time trying to translate some stupid sentence to English?"

"Because, you're Sehun and you'd do that."

"Psssh. Well, I didn't do it today."

"Who did you cheat off of?"

"No one."

"Sehun," Jongin gives Sehun the look of a disappointed mother. The look that says, 'I raised you better than that," or 'Tell the truth before I bring out the belt.'

"I don't know his name. He wouldn't tell me."

"Oh, so you did cheat?"

"Can you not? You're not my mother," Sehun rolls his eyes to the back of his head. This is not the first time Jongin has babied him.

"Even after I gave you that being independent speech, you still cheat," Jongin shakes his head. It's not that he's surprised Sehun cheated for the tenth billion time. He's disappointed, upset and pities him because no matter how many times he tries to make Sehun into a better person, Sehun doesn't listen. "I guess I can't help you."

"I never asked for your help," Sehun states.

"It's your life. I shouldn't be the one correcting it."

"Exactly. I'm glad you came to that realization."

"But if you get stuck, don't even think about coming to me because I will not help your sorry ."

"Fine with me."

"You're just setting yourself up for failure," Jongin says before leaving the dining area and heading towards his bedroom. He slams the door hard, causing some plates to roll out of one of the top cabinets.

Sehun can feel his fists tightening and his heart racing. "I-I'm setting myself up for failure?" He repeats to himself. No one has ever said this to him before because no one has the right to. Sehun tries his best not to let Jongin's words get to him but damn, it's difficult. "Did you really just say that to me?!"

"You know it's true," Jongin scuffs.

"Haha, yeah sure. You're the one that's setting yourself up. I'm over here getting screen time and chosen to be on multiple broadcasting stations, and I'm not even done with school. I already have my own fans, as well. I'm over here majoring in broadcasting and minoring in communication and public relations, and you're over here majoring in dance. Just dance. It's ing hilarious," Sehun can't help but laugh. "Okay, Jongin. Because dancing can get you so far in life. Ha! Dance is nothing."

It takes less than a second for Jongin to open his bedroom door and stand face to face with Sehun. Sehun can see the flames in Jongin's eyes and now all Sehun needs to imagine is Jongin drooling and barking like a dog.

"Like the dog you truly are..." Sehun mistakenly thinks out loud.

A hand comes flying across Sehun's face. He knew it was coming, but he didn't know it'd happen this fast. The right side of his face starts to tingle instantly. He can feel the burning sensation. The two fought like this all the time, but it never got this bad to the point Jongin has to put a hand on him.

"Say something like that one more time. I dare you," Jongin threatens. "All you talk is . I might as well spray some disinfectant on your tongue. You know dancing is important to me, so don't even go there."

"Then don't call me a failure 'cause you know damn well I'm not. I'll probably be more successful than you will ever be."

"Mhm. Says the one who cheats on everything that's given to him."

"Are we still on that topic; cheating? Is this what this is about? Was it really necessary for you to hit me?"

"Just for you to listen, yes."

"I'm not going to listen. I didn't listen the first time, so what makes you think I'm going to listen the one hundredth time?"

"Hm, that's true. You are still a preteen. You never listen."

"Oh my God, shut up! Can you just shut up for once?" Sehun begs. "Just hearing you talk like this gives me a migraine. You're only my roommate and you're only a friend. Yes, friends are suppose to encourage each other. Yes, they're suppose to care. But they're not suppose to boss the other around or tell them what they can and can't do. I didn't sign up for this."

"I didn't sign up to live with a person that only likes to complain," Jongin says this and as soon as he says this, Monggu starts running out of his room and towards Sehun. Not knowing as to why, Jongin takes his keys off the dining table and walks out the apartment door.

Jongin likes to dramatically storm out of rooms, and relax his mind and calm his anger by taking long walks. It's a habit of his that Sehun's gotten used to. And of course Sehun never cares because he likes having the apartment to himself. It's quiet for once when Jongin isn't around. It's hard to predict when Jongin will come back but when he does, everything is usually back to normal. It's like the arguments between the two has never happened.

Monggu leans up on Sehun's leg and whines. This can mean two things; she wants something or something is wrong. Monggu is Sehun and Jongin's brown pet poodle, but Jongin likes to think it's his and his only. When the two were living in the dorms together their sophomore year, they decided on getting a dog. At first, Sehun hated the idea, but once he laid eyes on a tiny poodle, his mind changed immediately. They each paid half of the price's total to buy the poodle. Sehun couldn't think of a name for her, so Jongin threw out every name that came to his mind. They decided on the name Monggu and here they are now. It's their last year of college and they still have Monggu. The only pets that are allowed in the apartments are fish and hamsters, but the two somehow manages to keep Monggu safe and hidden from the landlord.

Sehun takes Monggu with him to the coach and holds her in his arms. She whines a second time before the right side of his cheek. He can still feel the burning and tingling sensation from Jongin's slap. It hurts, but Sehun tries not to show too much on his face.

"I'm fine. I'm fine, really," Sehun keeps saying. He combs his fingers through the hair on Monggu's body. "Don't worry about me."