"Seul, let me use your toilet please, I'm begging." Jongin frantically called out from the other side of the bathroom door, shaking on his feet out of urgency to respond to the call of nature. "Just for a few minutes, I promise. Please?"

"Use your own bathroom." Seulgi bluntly replied under the sound of the water from the shower flowing down.

"But it's gross in there," Jongin whined like a six-year old child. "The toilet's clogged."

"And whose fault is that?"

"Not mine." He claimed, desperation in his every word. "The maid still hasn't arrived this morning and--"

Seulgi opened the door, body bare only under a single white cotton towel, her sharp collarbones revealed and her dark brown hair dripping wet falling against her shoulders. "You have five minutes."

"Thank you." Jongin exclaimed, rushing inside the bathroom right past her, banging the door shut behind him.

Kim Jongin and Kang Seulgi have been sharing a two-bedroom loft in Gangnam for over two years now. It had tan walls, with creme linings, paintings hung on each one. The floor was of polished mahagony wood, no carpets anywhere due to Jongin's dogs (who came to visit once in awhile) and how much they shed fur. A living room with a black three seater couch, a round coffee table along with side tables, a television and a foosball table was right infront of a black-tiled kitchen composed of an island at the center, a tall silver refrigerator, a stove, a pantry and wooden cabinets. Huge white draped curtains hung just a few inches below the ceiling saving the room from the sunlight coming from the glass balcony doors. There was a small staircase that lead up to the second floor which had a small common room in between, with book shelves and a few other sets of couches and chairs. Two doors right across each other, only a few meters apart and was the only distance between the bedrooms belonging to Jongin and Seulgi. 

You would think living under the same roof, and being this close in proximity to each other every single day meant Seulgi and Jongin were the best of friends. That's where you're wrong. Two years didn't affect their so-called relationship, two years didn't close up the distance between their rooms and between each other. Two years and in all honesty, all you could call them was simply roommates. Not friends, nothing else. They had their own lives, and meddling in each other's was never even an option. Other than Jongin's inappropriate flirting, and Seulgi's effortlessly offensive comebacks, they barely talked. In all truth, they barely even knew anything about each other, besides the other's sleeping and eating habits. And this was honestly fine.

With both of them.

Jongin came from a rather well-off family. His father owned one of the biggest entertainment companies in South Korea, he was already obviously bound to take over it one day-- but that day wasn't coming anytime soon, at least according to Jongin's plans. From the day of his college graduation, Jongin didn't need to work a day in his life. His father was healthy, and he had no plans of leaving the company anytime soon either; lucky for Jongin. Thus all Jongin was tasked to be responsible for was to wait. But he refused to continue being idle, and just feed off of his father's cash. Graduating with both a degree in business and dance meant he could come to the company to help with choreography once in aw