When the campus heartthrob Jeon Jungkook who's actually a secret, self-professed romantic at heart, and the innocent country girl Kim Y/N, who's actually not as timid and docile as she seems, end up sharing a dorm for the semester, both discover tha...
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"WELL TOO BAD I don't do relationships, Taehee! It's not like you didn't know that. Now please GET OUT."
In the middle of purposefully scrolling through my student residence information, I jumped inelegantly at the sudden loud, hostile voice which seemed to be coming from the room right across the hallway and nearly dropped my phone when the door to the said room opened with a bang to reveal an extremely flustered looking girl.
One look at her bloodshot eyes coupled with the black streaks of mascara running down her puffy cheeks, and I could tell that she had been crying; or worse, was still crying. Despite my better judgement, I couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of sympathy for the girl even as she—for some unfathomable reason—shot me a filthy look before marching by, the heels of her perfectly shiny leather boots clicking rhythmically against the granite floor.
It didn't take a genius to understand the situation. She was clearly a victim of yet another heartless, satyriatic playboy—this one had a conscience too, apparently—and had been stupid enough to lose her heart to him after he'd promised her nothing but a night of heated passion, no strings attached.
"Utter madness." I shuddered, positively horrified at the idea and quickly regained my grip on the phone, trying to locate the room number of the dorm which had been allotted to me for this semester.
And although I didn't particularly have any qualms about not being able to settle down and share the space with someone very different from me, I sure hoped that my roommate would at least be amiable.
143. The number on my screen suddenly seemed familiar. An inexplicable feeling of dread gripped me. No, it couldn't be.
Shocked, and itching to deny the reality, I stared at the door in front of me. It was still open. Whoever the boy was, he clearly hadn't bothered to shut the door again.
Boy.
As the realisation sunk in, my eyes widened. A boy. I was going to share my room with a boy!?
What in the world-
This had to be some kind of a mix-up. How could someone in their right mind actually assign a university accomodation to the opposite sexes?
Shaking my head, I gripped my luggage harder and resolutely walked towards the open door. This was indeed, most likely to be just a mistake and even if by some twisted joke of my fate, it wasn't, I still needed to make sure that I was prepared for the worst case scenario - sharing one room with... whoever the angry casanova inside was.
Hastily bending to retrieve my other bag from the floor, I failed to notice that my hair had somehow gotten entangled with the chain of the crossbody purse hanging around my torso and consequently let out a sharp hiss of pain as I straightened.
Snap. There went my hair tie.
I couldn't recount the number of hair ties I'd ruined thanks to the thick, unruly mane on my head.
