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James’ weary eyes flitted back and forth,
“He’s been stressed lately, its best to not step on his toes.”
“So, what, I can’t talk to him anymore?” Seonghyeon crossed his arms.
“No, don’t twist my words, you-” James internally sighed before he continued, “Just try to be more empathetic, will you?” He reasoned. Hopefully his maturity was showing, James liked to think he was wise beyond his years.
“I am!” The younger boy insisted.
“Rummaging through his room after he just deep-cleaned it was not very empathetic of you.” James groaned; he hated being around when Martin was stressed.
“I was in a rush and I couldn’t find my shirt. Plus, it's not like he did a very good job at cleaning-” Seonghyeon's snark was cut off by an urgent ‘shhh!’ from James.
“Lower your voice, idiot!”
“Dude, he’s holed up in his bedroom listening to music. He can’t hear shit.”
“Did you forget that we all live together? Being on bad terms with your roommate will make your life a living hell.”
“Well, I still got you.” Seonghyeon smiled goofily.
“Not for long you pest!” James rubbed his face in exhaustion. “Can you please just apologize so we can live together peacefully?” James pleaded and Seonghyeon's eyes widened in disbelief as if he was asked to strip naked and run around the parking lot of their apartment complex.
Seonghyeon scoffed, “Yeah, and if I was upset, he would apologize right away, wouldn’t he?”
“Yes, actually he would.” James deadpanned.
“Yeah, he would.”
“Fine, you tell him to come out of his hole”
“You don’t sound like you’re about to give an apology.”
“That would be correct”
“Idiot!” James scolded him in frustration.
“Atleast I’m not the guy who takes it out on his roommates when shit goes south...” Seonghyeon rolled his eyes.
“How many times do I have to say it, he is sensitive!” James made sure to enunciate the last word.
“Yeah, and I’m sensitive about my IBS but you don’t see me shitting all over the apartment making it you guys’ problem.”
“Well, it’s not like you try to spray some air freshener after you leave the bathroom so actually, I would say you make it our problem.” James bit back, his voice growing louder.
“Okay, fuck the apology, I’m getting ice cream.” Seonghyeon threw his hands up in defeat as he began to slip his sneakers on.
“What, so you can blow up the toilet again and make this entire apartment reek of your horrid bowel movements on top of Martin’s pissy mood?”
“Yup.” Seonghyeon smiled before slamming the door to their 3-bedroom apartment.
Turns out, James wasn’t as mature as he thought.