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Kapitel 1
"I must be mad. Writing is nothing but a bourgeoisie decadence. I must be possessed by the ghost of Marx's arch-nemesis.", the man with grape-coloured hair said, pouring out his heart to the raven-haired, pale-skinned man.
"I have no idea what you're saying, Namjoon.", replied the raven-haired man. He never really understood anything Namjoon said on a daily basis, but he was satisfied that his friend was comfortable enough to confide in him.
"You won't, Yoongi, because you aren't sensitive enough.", he sighed, sipping his cup of lavender tea, as the diner started filling up with more people.
Yoongi and Namjoon's friendship goes way back to the freshman year of college. Namjoon was majoring in Creative Writing, while Yoongi was studying Music Theory. Namjoon would always talk about how he did not have dreams, and why everything should be pastel-coloured and Yoongi didn't socialise much so he decided to reciprocate the friendship for a change.
"Oh my God! Hi!", entered a man with a weird box-shaped grin, named Taehyung, the manager of the diner.
"Well, hello, cheerful person.", said Namjoon, smiling pitifully for some reason.
"Geez, why are you grinning like that?", Yoongi looked at Taehyung, resting bitchface.
"I wanted Namjoon to sign this book for me.", he said, squealing a bit.
Namjoon had used his Creative Writing degree to craft a book titled "I Open at the Close". The title was inspired by a scene from the last installment of the Harry Potter series. Yoongi wasn't a Potterhead, so he never understood the meaning of the title, and never made to effort to understand it.
"By the way, the owner is a big fan of your writing. Should I call him?", the blonde-haired man with the deep voice was excited to the point, where Yoongi could term him as a freak of nature.
A brown-haired boy entered the scene, wearing a pastel pink sweater.
"Welcome to Seokjin's! As the name suggests, my name is Kim Seokjin.", he laughed at his own joke.
"Wow, so funny.", Yoongi remarked, still with a bitchface.
"Thank you very much. By the way, your sweater reminds me of all things gentle and comforting.", Namjoon remarked, to which his best friend added, "And very gay." This was followed by a thirty-minute monologue by the debutant author on the heteronormative, homophobic society.
Namjoon played with the card, which contained Seokjin's contact details, as he sat at the platform with Yoongi, waiting for the last train.
Taehyung definitely believed in soulmates. He had spent nights, pizza in hand, waiting for his soulmate. After watching two romantic comedies, he would call it a night and doze off to sleep. One day, he realized how much of a loner he had become, and decided to look for a roommate. He used Craigslist, which had been a huge mistake in his quest. He met a guy, who turned out to be a drug dealer on the deep web. Obviously, he reported him to the police. Seokjin had always warned him not to use Craigslist.
Taehyung stared at the empty box, which consisted of double-cheese pizza, as he chewed on the last slice. Just then, the doorbell rang. He kept the slice of pizza down and rushed to the door.
He opened the door to a very good-looking boy, who made his gay heart frolick with joy. "Hey, I'm Jungkook, your new roommate. We met on Facebook, remember?"
"Oh right, the college kid.", he smiled.
"You've got sauce on your face.", the college kid chuckled.
Taehyung blushed and wiped the sauce off.
Kim Seokjin was a disciplined man. Now, that he had his own business and a little piece of shit named Jimin to look after, he decided to change his lifestyle a bit. He hadn't forgotten the day, when Jimin went out to party and ended up at the hospital. Not that Jimin was a bad kid. He was sweet and everyone liked him. It's just that Seokjin's business partner and confidant, Jung Hoseok had had a bad influence on him. Jimin would always complain about how straight-edge Seokjin was and how he wasn't even remotely as cool as Hoseok, which stopped after that day at the hospital. Seokjin always ignored these complaints, because at the end of the day, he was the more responsible adult looking after the child, after he decided to never look at his parents again because they didn't give him candy and also since he was in college. Jimin was already a senior year student. It was about time he did something with that Art History degree.
Seokjin twisted and turned on his bed. Not that he couldn't sleep properly. He just moved around a lot in bed. When he turned to his left, his eyes opened a bit.
"Hey, Jimin.", he said because of habit. Then, he opened his eyes wide and snapped out of light slumber. At his desk, was a boy with pastel pink hair, flashing a toothy grin at him.
"Jimin, it's like 3 AM. What are you doing here?", he said, and a chill went down his spine, when he realised that 3 AM is the beginning of the witching hour and Jimin could be possessed, because why on earth would a man grin at you like that at three in the morning.
"Are you okay?", Seokjin's face lost colour.
"Yeah, I'm on a sugar high.", the boy laughed a bit.
"Oh, thank God! Go back to bed now.", he sighed.
"I just wanted to watch you sleep. Why do you move around so much in your sleep, by the way.", Jimin's expression changed and reflected worry.
"No, that's weird. Get out of my room now.", Seokjin said with a stern voice.
"What? No!"
"Okay, I'll count from one to three. One, two...", the brown-haired army soldier counted, and Private Park Jimin rushed out of the room. There was something about numbers that scared. It wasn't really his hatred for mathematics, but just countdowns.
Namjoon was becoming more and more nocturnal through the years. He preferred working at night for some reason. He said that the moonlight inspired him. On the contrary, his roommate, Yoongi loved his bed and valued sleep more than anything else.
Initially, he would always wake up to the sound of a cup breaking or two or something as bad as his favourite sneakers burning, because his friend was really clumsy. Combine that with ten cups of coffee, and you get Kim Namjoon. In fact, Namjoon's previous roommate, Jackson Wang decided to fly back to Hong Kong and never return, after the clumsy caffeinated monster broke five of his "You Are The World's Best Friend" mugs. As time passed by, Yoongi became more tolerant of this behaviour to the point, where if Namjoon set the whole apartment on fire, he would sleep his way to death.
A huge crash woke Yoongi up. This was unusual. However, he had this gut feeling that something wrong had happened. His heart skipped a beat, and he broke into cold sweat. He jumped out of the bed and rushed to the living room. At the foot of the dining table, lay Namjoon unconscious, with a broken cup at his side. His grey sweater had a coffee stain on it.
The first thought that crossed Yoongi's mind was 'Is he dead?'.