Chapter 1 The Boy in Room 207
MY ROOMMATE, MY SECRET Chapter 1: The Boy in Room 207
“Please tell me you are joking!”
I stared at the piece of paper in my hand, then looked up at the woman standing behind the reception desk.
“I'm sorry, sir, but we don't have any other rooms available,” she explained. “You'll have to share Room 207 with another student.”
Share a room? With a stranger?
I had come all the way from home to start my university life in Bangkok, Thailand. I had imagined making new friends, attending classes, and enjoying my freedom. What I had not imagined was sharing a bedroom with someone I had never met.
“Fine,” I muttered, dragging my suitcase towards the elevator.
My name is Niran. I was eighteen, a first-year university student, and someone who preferred staying out of trouble. I liked quiet places, good food, and watching romantic movies when nobody was around.
There was just one problem with me.
I had never fallen in love.
And, honestly, I wasn't looking for it.
When I reached the second floor, I found Room 207 at the end of the corridor. I knocked twice, but nobody answered.
“Hello? Is anyone inside?”
Silence.
I turned the handle and pushed the door open.
The first thing I noticed was the smell of expensive perfume. The second was the black suitcase beside the bed. And the third was the handsome boy standing near the window, wearing a loose white shirt and black trousers.
He turned around slowly.
For a moment, I forgot what I had come to say.
He was tall, with messy dark hair, sharp eyes, and a face that looked as though it belonged on a movie poster. He glanced at my suitcase before looking directly into my eyes.
“You must be my new roommate,” he said.
His voice was calm, almost too calm.
“Yeah. I'm Niran.”
“Arthit.”
He returned his attention to his phone.
That was it.
No smile. No welcome. Not even an offer to help me with my suitcase.
I cleared my throat. “Which bed is mine?”
“The one near the door.”
I looked at the bed, then back at him. “You could at least pretend to be happy about having a roommate.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Do you want me to throw a party?”
I stared at him.
He stared back.
And then, to my absolute embarrassment, I laughed.
A small smile appeared on his face before disappearing almost immediately.
“Just don't touch my things,” he said.
“Don't worry. I don't touch things that don't belong to me.”
For some reason, he looked at me strangely after I said that.
I unpacked my clothes and tried my best to ignore him. But every few minutes, I caught him glancing in my direction.
Maybe he was simply curious about his new roommate.
Or maybe he was hiding something.
That evening, after dinner, I returned to the room and found Arthit sitting on his bed with his laptop open. He seemed completely different from the boy I had met earlier. His expression was serious, and his fingers moved quickly across the keyboard.
Then his phone rang.
He answered without checking who was calling.
“I told you not to call me here,” he whispered angrily.
I froze beside my suitcase.
There was a pause.
“No. Nobody knows. And nobody must find out.”
My heart began to beat faster.
Who was he talking to?
Before I could move, Arthit turned his head and caught me staring.
Our eyes met.
He ended the call.
“What did you hear?” he asked.
I swallowed.
“Nothing.”
He stood up and walked towards me. For the first time since I had entered Room 207, the calm expression on his face was gone.
“Listen carefully, Niran,” he said quietly. “Whatever you think you heard, forget it.”
I nodded, even though my curiosity was already getting the better of me.
He stepped back.
“Good. Then we'll get along just fine.”
That night, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling.
I had come to Bangkok to study, make friends, and enjoy university life.
Instead, I had ended up sharing a room with a boy who was handsome, rude, mysterious, and clearly hiding a secret.
I had no idea that the secret he was protecting would eventually change both our lives.
And I certainly had no idea that one day, the same boy who had warned me to stay out of his business would become the person I would be most afraid of losing.
Because sometimes, the person you should stay away from is the very person your heart chooses.
