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I am dying.
I told myself I'd start doing my papers at exactly 1:00 pm but the spirit of work hasn't blessed me yet. It is already past one and I haven't even typed a single word. Instead, infront of me is an annoyingly blank screen that seems to be hypnotizing me and telling me to sleep.
"Tch. Too bright." I complained as I began searching for the settings somewhere, clicking random buttons in hopes of finding that bar-like thingy that's for adjusting the screen's brightness.
"Where the heck are you!?" I asked particularly no one. This new laptop is really getting on my nerves. It was a gift from my grandmother. Where she got it, I don't know. It doesn't even have the brand name shit you'll see on the cover, which is weird, but I ain't complaining. As long as I get to do shit in it, I'd use it. I'm not particular with brands anyway.
After a few minutes- thank God- I found it somewhere. I say somewhere but it's definitely in a place you wouldn't think of that easily. You'd think it's in the control panel or wherever the hell, but no, the damned shit had to be inside the recycle bin.
I heard the front door open from where I am, which was the living room just in case you folks want to know.
"I'm back hyung!" I heard the door close soon after. I heard footsteps coming closer and decided to turn to its direction. I was greeted with a frown and I greeted him back with one. It was our universal greeting.
"No luck." He said, scrunching his nose causing me to unconsciously scrunch my nose back. This was a normal occurrence to us and being roommates for 2 years probably caused this. Jungkook is younger than me so I pretty much act like an older brother to him when needed. When not needed, we're pretty much bumping heads and acting as if there's no age gap between us.
"Why won't he like me back?!" He ruffled his hair while I shook my head and decided to finally begin my paper.
"I don't get it! I'm smart! I'm good at dancing! Singing even! And I'm cute!" He complained.
"You know, I don't want to be that hyung but I have to tell you this for your own sake," I paused for some dramatic impact before I continued again,"You're one hell of a creepy ass stalker. The poor guy doesn't even know you." I told him with the most calmest smile I have.
"Yah! I'M NOT A STALKER!" He defended, crossing his arms as if he got extremely offended.
"Uhuh. Because a collection of his used straws aren't proof of that. And oh, I happen to know where his missing towel, I mean towels are." I stated as if everything was perfectly normal.
"That doesn't mean I'm a stalker!" He defended again.
"Sure, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night." I cooed which seemed to make him irritated even more.
"Tch. Whatever! If you need me, I AIN'T COMING EVEN IF YOU'RE IN THE VERGE OF DYING." He said, storming off, probably to his room filled with his collections of used tissue paper and straws. I smiled at my victory.
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"Maverfapqer." I said. It was suppose to be something else but it came off muffled. I'm currently planking on the couch with my face planted on one of the couch pillows.
Have you ever felt the need to eat something where in you know that if you don't get to eat it, you won't be able to function properly and in the end you won't be able to do anything at all and you'd eventually die? If no, I don't believe you. That's impossible.
"Maverfapqer." I cursed again, face still planted on the poor pillow. Goddammit, I want to eat ice cream so bad. Too bad I can't go out. We'll, it's not that I can't, it's just I don't want to go out. Going out means I get to see people and I might actually run into people who I don't want to see. Jungkook's probably still angry so commanding him to buy won't work... This is the time where in relationships are pretty handy. Now if only there's someone who'd take interest on my lazy ass. Man, it's hard to be gay and hungry.
"Geez, forget it!" I said as I stood up and went to the study table where my laptop was situated on. I sat on the rotating chair and began to stare blankly on the blank new word document.
If only I had a boyfriend. Pfft. I can't see myself being in a relationship though. In my case, instead of a boyfriend, a servant would probably suit me better. What a life.
I stare at the blinking line on the screen.
'Yoongi is awesome.' I typed.
'And full of swag.' I added before laughing for no particular reason. To think a day when I'll amuse myself through typing would come. I must be really bored. If only life was as easy as typing.
I pressed the backspace repeatedly until the page became blank again.
"Now what..." I asked myself, about the same time I heard my stomach grumble. ICE CREAM.
I could only scowl knowing I can't eat it even if I want to. Tsk, I'll just kill some time typing words then, I thought, giving up on life- which was cold chocolate ice cream.
'Yoongi heard a knock on the door.' I typed, not really sure what to type next. I was deep in thought that I almost fell of my chair when someone knocked on the front door.
"Who the hell is it?" I asked, not even hiding my irritation. I almost died okay so it's just right to feel angry. I waited for someone to shout back and answer but nothing happened.
"Tch. Must be door to door vendors..." I told myself. I guess I scared them of by shouting.
''Who the hell is it?' Yoongi asked only to be ignored by the the one who knocked.' I typed what just happened. What the heck, this feels like I'm writing a diary.
I felt funny with the thought of writing a diary so I opted to erase what I just typed. I was pretty chill and all until I realized that that the backspace button wasn't doing its job.
"The heck!?" I muttered as I repeatedly pressed the said button.
"Is it broken already?" I asked particularly no one again. I better stop asking objects questions.
The laptop didn't seem broken though. I pressed letter 'A' and it showed up on the screen. I sighed in relief. The laptop wasn't even a week old so it would suck if it suddenly dies on me. I pressed the backspace and the 'A' got deleted. I pressed the backspace again to delete the rest but it won't work again.
"Dammit! Fine!" I said almost flipping the laptop over. Take note, almost. If it weren't a gift from my grandma then it would most probably be in two pieces by now. First, the display settings are on the recycle bin and now this, the frigging backspace button won't work.
''What the hell is taking him so long?' Yoongi sighed. He was waiting for his boyfriend Jimmy.' I typed, only to realize that I didn't like the name Jimmy. I pressed the back space button and what did you know? It actually worked this time around.
I thought of names but I remembered my neighbor's cat named Jirin.
'He was waiting for his boyfriend Jimin.' I typed only to see my typo after. I pressed the backspace and again, it wouldn't work. Fine, Jimin it is.
'Jimin was a kind and caring guy. He's also smart, athletic and filthy rich to boot. His body and face is also nice plus he also has Abs.' I typed. Damn, I'm starting to like this Jimin guy even though he's just a fictional character I created from my twisted imagination. Still. He can't have it all. There has to be a flaw or two.
'But he was small and had very small hands.' I laughed as I typed the sentence.
'Plus he's very clingy and affectionate when it comes to Yoongi. He wouldn't be embarrassed showing it infront of people.' I added.
'How he ended up Yoongi's boyfriend, no one knows. It must be because Yoongi is awesome and has swag that Jimin couldn't help but like Yoongi to the extent that he'll do anything to make Yoongi happy.' I typed. If only these were all true. In my life time, I probably won't meet someone like this. Reality sucks balls.
'There was another knock on the door and Yoongi was excited because he'd be able to meet Jimin again.' I typed. Yeah, I'm very excited for the Yoongi in this story I'm typing. Good for him. Every Yoongi in the world deserves to be happy, including me but apparently, the universe hates me.
There was a knock on the front door again. Why are people knocking on our front door too much!?
"Who is it?" I shouted. No way I'm going over there to open the door without knowing who the person is. He could be an ax murderer for all I know. When no one answered, I decided to simply ignore the knock again.
''Jimin is that you?' Yoongi excitedly called out as he ran towards the front door and opened it.' I typed. Apparently, the Yoongi in my story is too trusting that unlike me, he wouldn't consider that an ax murderer might be standing outside.
I heard a knock on my door again and this time I heard something snap from within me. I'm a pretty reasonable person but this knocking has to stop. Ax murder or not, I need to tell him to stop with the annoying knocking!
I took giant strides toward the front door and swung it open only to be tackled to the ground.
"What the he-!" I couldn't finish my sentence because before I knew it, the person who tackled me kissed me on my lips. What the heck!?
He pulled away almost immediately and gave me a smile. What the hell is this annoyingly good looking guy smiling for!? And even after he stole my first kiss!
"Who the heck are you!?" I asked, clearly freaking out. I wasn't expecting any of this at all. If more, I was pretty much expecting a killer and not a guy who's smiling as if he's the happiest person on earth.
He looked at me, clearly confused with what I said, even though I should be the one looking like that, but his smile never withered.
"It's me! Your boyfriend!" He said, before diving for a kiss again that caught me of guard.
#@$%^&@*!)**#* Holy shit! My virgin lips! I haven't even experienced holding somebody's hand yet TT
"Who the hell is my boyfriend!?" I shoved him away. I don't remember ever having one at all! Is this a new type of scam!?
"Me! Jimin! Your boyfriend!" He said and I almost choked on air. The only Jimin I know is Yoongi's boyfriend from my laptop and I sure am sure that he surely isn't real.
Before I had time to think, he tackled me again into a hug and that's the time I realized there was something cold pressed between us. I let off a yelp and did my very best to detach myself from him.
"Cold!" I screamed. What the hell was that!?
I saw him laugh at my reaction and I almost kicked his sorry face. Almost, until he smiled and brought the object up.
"I brought ice cream." He said, flashing me a smile. My ears twitched at what I heard and thank goodness I didn't kick his face, yet, but his smile makes me think that there will be plenty of opportunities to do so in the future.