Karma ━━ Jake Sim

𝟬𝟲 ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀Eye of the Storm

"Keep your slimy hands off my shit, Riki!"

She stands still with the key half-turned in the doorknob, unsure of whether or not to interrupt the strangers' animated bickering. Ultimately, her tiredness gets the better of her and she flings the door open with a huff.

"I told you to check in the basement before we-"

The sentence is promptly cut short at Sujin's sudden entrance, and she's met with the sight of two people around her age - a girl wearing an exasperated expression, hands scoldingly planted on her hips, and a boy glaring at her as he rifles through a suitcase practically flipped inside-out on the carpeted floor. They share the same jet black hair and soft, yet striking features.

"Oh!" The girl instantly perks up as if she wasn't just mid-argument a second ago, "Hi! Are you my new roommate?"

"Looks like it." Sujin replies with a shrug, carelessly flinging her bag to the opposite corner of the room where her suitcases have been stacked.

"I'm Sora," The girl enthusiastically introduces herself, "Nishimura Sora - and that's my little brother Riki." She flicks her wrist dismissively toward the boy hunched over her luggage.

He spares them a quick glance. "'Sup." He tips his head as some form of a greeting - why do all men do that? - before focussing all of his attention back on searching through the haphazard pile of clothes in front of him.

Sujin bites her tongue to keep from replying with a sour, "Great! Now please get out of my room!". Instead, she opts to give them both the closest thing to a smile she can muster.

"Sorry about him." Sora winces, assuming her brother's presence is the sole reason behind her new roommate's sulky mood, "Mrs Kwak only let him in for ten minutes to help me bring up my stuff, but it's been -" Her eyes dart to the clock mounted above the door, "- Oh my god, half an hour?! Riki, hurry up!"

"It's not my fault I can't find my pump!" He whines, "I'm supposed to meet Jungwon at the soccer field in five minutes - how are we meant to play with a deflated ball?!"

"Firstly, yes - it's very much your own fault." Sora counters, "Secondly, I don't know and I don't care. Shouldn't Won have a pump of his own?"

"But I promised him I'd bring mine!" Riki continues his search with a grumble, now moving on to ransacking his sister's bedside table.

Sujin wordlessly eyes the pair's exchange with raised brows.

"Okay, that's it." Sora leaps forward to seize her brother by the arm, dragging him away from her belongings, "I'm not letting you turn this place upside-down over a stupid little soccer thing that's probably collecting dust back home right now! Go back to your own room and sulk over there!"

"Stupid little soccer thing?!" Riki repeats incredulously, "It's the newest model! The boys are gonna freak when they see it!"

"It's a ball pump." Sora deadpans.

"You wouldn't get it." Riki crosses his arms over his chest dramatically before adding in a matter-of-fact tone, "Plus, Won says it's a need."

"Of course he does." Sora rolls her eyes, "What, would you jump off a bridge if Jungwon said the water's nice and cool down there?"