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"Okay, mom. I really love you, but I’ve really got to go now," Sunoo's thumb hovered over the end call button as his other hand searched his jean pocket for a key. "Love you, too. Bye."
He let out a sigh as he prepared himself to meet his roommate. Freshman orientation was already stressful enough, and he prayed that this guy wouldn’t be an adding factor to that.
After fidgeting with the lock, he swung open the door and was met with a somewhat nice studio flat.
The small entrance hallway opened up to a surprisingly large kitchen (for a dorm, that is.) Off to the left was a door that he assumed would lead to a bathroom. Opposite of the kitchen sat two twin sized beds separated by their own nightstands. Each bed had a desk at the end, and a tall dresser to the side of it. Despite the dorm containing a full-size kitchen, there was no living room in sight. But who was Sunoo to complain, anyway?
Huh. He's not here yet?
He explored the flat for a couple minutes before a sudden longing to be clean took over his body. Sunoo pulled his suitcase to the empty floor space between the beds and kitchen, and only cared to unpack enough to shower and change into pajamas.
By the time he got out of the shower, he was met with an unfamiliar silhouette sitting on a stool to the kitchen island. Broad shoulders hunched over a phone. The man had jumped slightly at the sound of Sunoo opening the bathroom door. He plastered a slightly forced smile on his face and got up to greet Sunoo.
His roommate was tall with black bangs and thick eyebrows. Moles dotted his face like constellations over his pale skin. He wore baggy grey sweatpants and a tee shirt belonging to some 1980s band. His frame was incredibly impressive, maybe the best one Sunoo had seen. He couldn’t help but bask in the glory of the sight in front of him.
"Hey," his voice was smooth and mature, something that Sunoo loved to hear. "Sorry I wasn’t here to introduce myself earlier, but I’m Park Sunghoon, a sophomore."
Sunoo's jaw opened, teasing a reply, but no words came out.
His brain spun trying to process what he was seeing.
This seriously has to be the hottest man I've ever laid eyes on. I mean how perfect can someone even get?
"I–uh...Kim Sunoo." He opted for offering an awkward handshake rather than scrambling to form sentences. "Freshman."
"I see," there was a painful silence before he began again. "do you want help unpacking or anything?" His eyes wandered first over to Sunoo’s suitcase that laid idly in the middle of the room, then back to Sunoo himself. His gaze shifted up and down, seemingly taking in every ounce of the younger boy that he could.
Was he–checking me out? No, Sunoo, you idiot. Not everyone is gay.
But seriously– how has he managed to be here for a good 25 minutes and already unloaded his things onto the good side???
Sunghoon must have detected the slight jealousy in his eyes because he immediately offered, "Oh, I can move my stuff or whatever if that’s the bed you wanted."
Why is he so perfect? This is becoming a bit upsetting.
"No, no I'm fine with whatever it's just that you...uhm," –are like the hottest human to walk this planet– "unpacked quickly. That's it."
Sunghoon let out a slight giggle at his words. His laugh was soft and gentle, soaking into Sunoo’s skin.
"Let me help you, please. I had a really shitty roommate last year who made freshman year even worse than it was, and I don't want to be that to you."
Sunoo was so caught off guard by his kindness that all he could muster out was a shy ‘thank you.’
Sunghoon stayed true to his word. He'd spent about 30 minutes helping the latter get his things situated. He was rather reluctant to let some guy he meant half an hour ago shuffle through his clothes and put them away, but with Park Sunghoon’s visual, Sunoo was sure about the fact that the man could do anything he wanted and he’d let him. Not in a sexual way, of course. Well…
No– gosh– I have got to get my act together.
Before bed, Sunoo found himself in the kitchen, awkwardly waiting for Sunghoon to fill his water cup so he could do the same to his own.
“Sorry about that,” he spoke, turning away from the sink. As he passed, Sunoo felt a brush of fingers against his lower back, causing him to briefly tremble. Though the touch was slight, it weighed Sunoo’s heart down until it sank into the floor.
With red ears, he forced himself to speak, “Don’t worry about, hyung.” Sunoo felt the flush in his cheeks somehow get even more intense, and Sunghoon seemed to notice.
”You can call me that, don’t worry. I like it.”
He- likes it?
Sunghoon read the confusion on his face, then clarified, ”Oh shit–uhm not like that. That’s not what I meant.” Despite his words coming out fast and full of hesitation, his face remained calm. He even laughed a little.
Sunoo couldn’t help but laugh as well, “it’s really okay, you’re overthinking it.”
The older added, “Tend to do that, I guess. Call me hyung, though, really. I want to get close to you. Goodnight.”
Sunoo immediately turned towards the sink to hide the feelings taking over his face.
He wants to get close to me? Gosh– I seriously feel like a child again. Ridiculous, really. Just friendly conversation.
”Goodnight, hyung.”
His heart fluttered as he filled his glass then returned to his bed. Sunghoon had kindly offered to put his sheets on for him when he saw him struggling earlier. He did it with ease, even having enough effort to fluff his pillows and make his bed nicely.
What a fine man.