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Scene 1
“We have a new roommate today,” James announced as he reorganised the books on his desk, ready to go to bed.
Gun, who was doing sit-ups, said nothing about the information. He panted slightly, pondering the new man who was moving in a few hours. He did recall that the man was a spoiled, nepo kid and was kicked out of his old school because of his problematic behaviour.
“What’s his name?” Gun bothered to ask, picking himself up to get a towel.
James stretched on his way to his bed, “Kim Joon Goo.” He said.
Gun wiped the sweat that broke down his back and forehead. He tilted his head at the name, never heard of it. Didn’t ring a bell. He sat down on his bed, “Bastard better not be like the old one.”
James shrugged, “If we don’t like him, we’ll just kick him out.”
The door opens, revealing a lean man, towering about 6’3’’. He had dyed blond hair, leaving the sides of his natural black hair. Brushed back into a clean two-block cut. The man smiled at them, “Is this the room?”
A casual expression, thin and sharp fox-like eyes, with a pair of high-end fashion brand glasses, “I’m Joon Goo.”
The two men stared, letting the silence fill the room for a few seconds. Both silently think he was a good-looking man, often means he was trouble.
James nodded once, “Yes.” Gesturing for the man to come inside.
When the man came in, James and Gun were expecting at least a couple of suitcases or boxes, but the man walked in with just his Asus backpack with a chibi Nezuko keychain hanging on the zipper, biting a bamboo muzzle. Gun watches the man settle in on the unoccupied bed.
“Is that all your stuff?” Gun asked.
Goo nodded, “I don’t bring much.”
“Oh… no books, clothes…?”
“Nah.” He said, taking off his colourful strips of socks.
James snickered, “Ya here for college or a free room?”
Goo didn’t say anything, just smiled at them with something unreadable other than a clear indication of playfulness. “Well, can you borrow me a fullscape paper?”
Scene 2
The new roommate often goes out at night, comes back by the evening, all sweaty and smiley. He often ignores them, giving them the cold shoulder, so they don’t talk to him much. It didn’t matter for a couple of days, because Gun and James weren’t talkative to each other either.
The problem was that the man had no shame, to say the least. He would strip naked right in front of them when changing, thinking it was normal for men to see each other bareback. Sure, Gun takes off his shirt all the time. James would wear shorts above his knees when the weather was scorching hot, and because he had dignity, he would at least change in the shared bathroom.
But Goo leaves no part of his body unobservable when he changes.
Yet, no one complains. Gun and James exchange a look, yeah, no. No, no, no. Why would they? That would come off as immature. They wouldn’t confront Goo about something so insignificant. It’s such a non-problem. They’re all men, so it was normal to see each other naked.
Not that it was noticeable for them to be in bed right at 6 PM, because this was the time Goo would come out of the bathroom fresh, changing into new clothes, bare naked, and they’d shamelessly stare.
See, this is normal. They needed to respect each other’s space, so they wouldn’t want to make the other feel uncomfortable by pointing out the elephant’s long and huge trunk in the room. Goo was attractive. He had a firm ass, snatched waist, broad chest with spiky, angry tits. But really, they only knew because Goo had shown them, not because they had to.
6 PM was just a good time to lie down, a little sightseeing and doomscroll. Yes, that’s it.
Scene 3
Aside from the nude habit, they had joked about Goo being a serial killer.
It started three days after he moved in, when he began returning to the room with a heavy, oppressive stench that kept them up. During the times the blond was away, Gun described the smell as like mothballs mixed with a faint smell of metallic, fresh blood.
James casually guessed, “He’s a killer.”
Gun denied. “Probably from a fight,” He suggested instead.
Then again, Goo never appears with a blood stain on his shirt or showing any scars or bruises to indicate he came home from a fight. No, Goo often goes out with a pleasant look and comes home untouchable or lightly sweaty. The first week was bothersome, but the 6 PM show made it up for them. So no one complained.
Scene 4
In real time, Gun was awake from the faint sound of someone dragging something. He squints his eyes, trying to see in the dark room. There, Goo had put a golf bag in his vast space closet. The familiar smell instantly bites his senses, so he had to cover his head with the blanket.
Jesus, is that a body he put in there?
But Gun didn’t wake up to point it out. This was a shared room. It’s 12 AM, and he has a calculus exam tomorrow morning. James was awake, so maybe the other man would point that out. He could hear the faint noise of people speaking; maybe James was going to confront him about it.
“Are you free tomorrow at 1?” Was what he heard instead.
Goo shut his locker, turning to look at James. “No.”
James’s smile didn’t falter. He kept staring, tilting his head to Goo’s locker. “You killed someone.”
Goo freeze, then shrugged. “You’re telling?”
“Why shouldn’t I? Shit stinks.” James shrugged, twisting his pen around. Goo gave him an exasperated sigh.
“Fine. The hell do you want?”
“Have lunch with me tomorrow.”
“Not unless you help me with the dead body.” Goo almost turned to his bed.
“Why would that work on me? I threatened to tell the police first.” James negotiated quickly.
“You can fuck me if you help,” Goo said in a second.
“Deal,” James said in half a second.
At that, Gun rose from bed. Both men turned to look at him. The man shrugged.
“I’ll report the body,” He stated. “Unless.”
Goo groaned, “Fine, fine….”
Scene 5
It didn’t occur to him that he’d be helping his roommate get rid of a body. The smell was horrible, but the weight was worse. All three were bodybuilders, but somehow they’re carrying something worth 150 reps of heavy lifting. Goo glanced behind, watching James carry the upper body, while Gun handled the lower part.
James immediately smiled at the attention, “Where we heading?”
Gun grunted, “Jesus, lift man.”
Goo just kept walking with an irritated huff. “To my car.”
They stopped at the blue hatchback, waiting for Goo to open the bumper. When he did, the others stuffed the golf bag inside, pressing the body deeper when it felt too exposed. Goo slammed the bumper shut, only for the hand to poke out, waving a hi.
Gun tucked it inside, then slammed his shoulder to shut it. Half the body pokes out, along with the sound of the back tearing apart. Gun glances at James, who stares back at him, with a face that says you’re an idiot.
Goo opens the bumper again, “He should sit in the back seat.”
James nodded in agreement, pulling the body out and carrying him to the backseat himself. Goo nodded in approval, “Great.”
James would then attempt to open the passenger's seat, only to find his hand holding the top of Gun’s. Gun glares at him, “I reach for it first. I’m sitting at the front.”
“I carried the body myself,” James argued.
Goo listened to the argument back and forth.
“You just wanted to sit with Goo,” Gun accused.
“Well, aren’t you? Fuck off, man, this is my chance.” James whispered the last part.
Goo rolled his eyes, “I’ll decide.”
Scene 6
Goo had a cloth clip on his nose, lips parted slightly to breathe. James and Gun sit next to each other in the back seat, while the dead body sits snuggly in the passenger seat, belt holding him tightly like the negotiation for sex tonight.
It was a one-hour ride when they arrived in a deep forest. The hole dug took 30 minutes, but they safely put the body inside successfully. Now all three are burying the body.
“Easy,” James said, turning to look at Goo.
Goo look at him, “Thanks. You both helped. In a way.”
Gun wiped the sweat above his forehead, “In many ways.”
Goo chuckled, “Then I’ll return in many ways too.” He said flirtatiously. Without warning, he jumped at Gun and kissed him deeply.
Scene 7
The sex with Goo was amazing. It felt like tasting a glazed doughnut with melted chocolate syrup that they’ve been watching through a glass window.
The next day wasn’t too amazing. The three of them were handcuffed as they were led outside the college. Unfortunately, a few students reported watching three students carrying a heavy bag outside the dorm, indicating it was human-shaped.
They didn’t care. Calculus can wait, and the fuck already made up for it.
End