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When meeting new roommates, Jisung was always nervous. Although there were only two of them until this point, they all eventually left. He knew exactly why that happened, but was too scared to say this out loud.
''I've had enough. I'm moving''
''Jisung, I'm sorry. You're just too...'' he never ended his sentence. Instead, he sighed and turned over to pick up a box with his clothes.
They all eventually left. This one won't be an exception. Jisung understood, he stopped caring a long time ago. People just weren't supposed to like him. He wasn't good enough for them. Nonetheless, he still cleaned the whole flat the best he could. Vacuumed, cleaned the windows, did laundry. Didn't touch his room, obviously. Even if it was dirty, it was his mess. It was, in a weird way, comforting. Maybe it's because he was, in fact, as messy as his room.
When someone knocked on a door, Jisung almost jumped. Put on his slippers and no more then two seconds later, he opened the door.
''Hi. This is room 143, right?'' There was a boy standing in front of Jisung. His hands were full with cardboard boxes, which were about to fall.
''Yes. Let me help you.''
He took some of the boxes and carried them inside of his apartment. They were heavier than expected, but he managed the task. Soon, the door closed and the silence filled the room.
''Oh, sorry. Didn't introduce myself. I'm Han Jisung'' he pulled out a hand, which was instantly shaken by his new roommate.
''Lee Minho. Nice to meet you'' he smiled brightly. ''Nice flat you have. Mind showing me my room?''
Jisung immediately answered with a nod and guided Minho around the space. Only now he really had the time to look closer at Minho. He was pretty, very pretty. He was tall, dressed casually but in an elegant way. His big, almost cat-looking eyes didn't go unnoticed. Jisung liked staring at people, especially handsome people, but that was rude. So he dropped the sight on his hands, covered in tiny scratches.
''My room is next door. We will share a wall, so have that in mind. They're not very soundproof'' he chuckled, remembering the last roommate. Minho ensured him that it won't be a problem, though. ''I can't sleep with any noises, I'm just saying.''
When the guide was over, they sat on a couch. Jisung criss-crossed his legs and felt vibration of his phone in pocket. Still, he ignored it.
''So, tell me about yourself. What do you study? I'm learning psychology, third year'' Minho started, very visibly uncomfortable with the silence.
''Liberal arts. Second year.'' he sighed. ''Psychology, huh? Is it hard?'' he asked, fidgeting with his fingers. As much as he started liking Minho, it didn't matter. Soon he would hate him anyway. And he was psychology major? Couldn't go worse. He will find out even faster then other people sharing room with him.
''Well... It's not as bad as people say. Parents wanted me to become a doctor, so at least I chose something that interests me the most. Do we have a balcony?'' Minho suddenly pulled out cigarettes of his jacket and stood up.
''Yeah, but it's from my room.'' Jisung moved from couch and opened the door to his room, or should I say territory. ''Sorry for the mess..'' he explained, but the other boy calmed him down. Minho's room will probably become the same in three weeks, after all.
Soon, they were sitting on cold floor. As Minho lit up a cigarette, Jisung could stare at him a bit longer. His hair was a bit messy, but seemed fluffy and soft. He had a mole on his nose, which was, in Jisung's opinion, very cute.
He wished he was at least half pretty as him.
''You want one? Or do you just like staring at me?'' chuckle escaped his mouth.
Well, obviously Jisung wasn't going to agree on second one, so he gladly accepted a cigarette. As much as he hated the smell, the feeling in his lungs brought him peace with every inhale. That wasn't great for his, already damaged, throat, but that also didn't seem to bother him. Not anymore.
Jisung wasn't the one to talk, like ever, but Minho quickly acknowledged this and started asking questions first. What was his favourite animal, movie, why did he choose this major. The questions were a bit overwhelming, but he didn't complain. Being introvert is a one thing, but wanting to get to know Minho more was another. And he wanted to seem as friendly as he could. Maybe they could even be friends? Helping each other out. His previous roommates weren't that open to friendships, so it all felt a bit new. But then again, who would want to befriend him? He wasn't good at anything. Not personality-wise, not even appearence-wise. Before new thoughts started coming, he counted to ten. It won't happen, not right now.
''What food is your favourite?'' the cigarette landed in ashtray as words left his mouth.
The problem was, Jisung didn't know how to answer the question. Was he supposed to say something healthy, so Minho didn't think less of him? Or his fear food? God, he didn't even know what he likes. Until it hit him.
''Well, I like cheesecake. But I don't eat it very often. Only for occasions.''
Cheesecake was actually reminding him of home. Of his mom, who would buy him this cake every year for birthday, simply because it was the cheapest cake in a bakery. And she wouldn't spend more money than she had to. It was a bit saddening, but Jisung chose to treasure that memory. At least he got something, right?
''We should eat it sometime'' Minho smiled again, and ohmygod his smile was perfect. If previously he wasn't getting jealous, right now he totally started to. I mean, he was jealous of practically anyone on this earth who he thought was better than him. And with such low esteem, it wasn't difficult to find someone like this.
The phone vibrated again, this time indicating that someone was calling him.
''Oh, sorry. I have to get that'' he stood up quickly, and before Minho had the chance to ask him about the call, he added ''It's my boyfriend.''