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Namjoon’s POV
“I don’t know, they’ve got a new trainee coming today, and since they’ve run out of space in the trainee dorms, they’re moving him in with me. There goes my own dorm”, Namjoon complained to his sister.
“Well, try to get along with him. You never know, maybe you’ll make a new friend”, she replied, “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll talk to you later. Let me know how it goes. Bye. I love you Joonie”
“Love you too Kyungie”
Namjoon hung up and leaned back against the kitchen counter. Of course, he had the space for a housemate. He had an extra room, he just didn’t want to live with anyone else.
This is so unfair, he thought, I’m the most famous K-Pop rapper in the world. I should be given my own goddamn house!
His thoughts were cut off though, by a knock on the door. He went to open it and saw a man standing there.“You must be Kim Seokjin”, Namjoon said.
He doesn’t look that bad, Namjoon thought to himself, Those are usually the most annoying ones.
“Yeah,” Seokjin said holding out a hand, “Nice to meet you, um…what was your name?”
“Kim Namjoon,” he replied, taking the hand in his own So soft, he thought as he let go and looked to the side, “You need um…some help with your bags?” He asked motioning to Seokjin’s bags.
“Oh, nah I got it,” Seokjin replied, taking the bags in his hands.
“Let me show you to your room,” Namjoon said walking down the hallway.
Seokjin followed quietly thinking to himself, Wow Kim Namjoon is my roommate…what an honor
“Here,” Namjoon said stopping outside of a door and opening it, “Make yourself at home,” He said stepping to the side, “I’ve got to make a call,” he said finally walking away to the room at the opposite end of the hall from Seokjin.
Seokjin’s POV
I looked around the room noticing it was bare.
Well, after I unpack, decoration is definitely on the list, I thought. I began to unpack and once I finished, I called my brother.
“Hey Jin. so, I assume you made it?”, he answered.
“Is that how you answer the phone Seok Jung?” , I replied, laying back on my bed.
“Not usually. Just wondering how you were getting along in Seoul. Especially without me”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I can get along just fine without you”
“Sure you can. So, who’s your dorm mate?”
“So you know how Rosie dragged me to that rapper’s concert a few months ago?”
“Of course. How could I forget? I mean, you complained about it for ages”
“Yeah, well, that’s my dorm mate. Kim Namjoon. But, don’t tell Rosie”
“Why not?”
“Because, if she finds out, she’ll wanna come over, and he’ll think I’m inconsiderate, inviting over my friends into his dorm”
“Jinnie, it’s yours to”“Yeah, but it was his first”“Whatever. Do what you feel good doing I guess, but remember, you’re your own person and you can do whatever you want to”
I groaned and rolled my eyes.“Look, Seok Jung, I gotta go. I’ve got decorating to do and I have practice tomorrow, so I’ll talk to you later”
“Okay, bye Jinnie. I love you”
“Bye. love you too”
I hung up and threw my phone on my bed. I laid there thinking for a minute, until there was a knock on the door. I got up and opened the door. Namjoon was standing on the other side.
“Hey, I was just wondering, if maybe you wanted some help?”, he asked.“I’m good, everything’s unpacked and put away although I was just going to get some things to decorate, if you wanted to go with”, I said. I grabbed my keys from my bedside table and looked up at Namjoon.“Sure. I’ve got nothing better to do”, Namjoon replied. We left the dorm and went to my car.
*Time Skip*
When they arrived back to the dorm, Seokjin carried the few bags to his room and laid everything out on his bed. Then, he began to decorate. By the time he finished, it was nearly dinnertime. And Namjoon had texted Seokjin asking what he wanted to order. Seokjin instead suggested he cook, and Namjoon agreed gladly. It had been so long since he had had a home cooked meal. So, Seokjin made his way to the kitchen, and began to cook. He didn’t have to much to work with, but he had enough that he could make a decent sized and decent tasting meal.
“Dinner’s ready!”, he called and Namjoon came into the kitchen. Seeing what Seokjin had made, Namjoon looked delighted.
“Whoa! This looks amazing! I didn’t know you could cook!”, Namjoon exclaimed.
“You’ve known me for all of a few hours, there’s much you don’t know about me”, Seokjin replied. He could feel himself blushing, although he wasn’t sure why.
“Well, why don’t you tell me about yourself then. I wanna get to know about you. Everything about you”
Namjoon’s voice had become lower, his eyes darker. Seokjin recognized this as Namjoon trying to be seductive, and holy fuck, it was working. Seokjin found himself drawn to this side of Namjoon, a side he was sure most didn’t get to see. All through dinner, they talked and got to know each other, and by the end of the meal, Seokjin could describe every aspect of Namjoon’s face to a police sketch artist and it would come out looking like a photograph. Seokjin cleaned up the dishes, and Namjoon tried to help, resulting in him breaking several plates and bowls.“Maybe you should leave the dishes to me”, Seokjin said, after cleaning up, yet another broken plate.“Yeah, I do tend to break things a lot”, Namjoon replied, nodding.
“Like a God of Destruction”
They both laughed at that, and by the time the dishes were done, Seokjin was feeling tired and went straight to bed.
