Heartstrings Intertwined ♡ Felix x f.reader

CH2 ♡ A poem and a roommate

Cry

She stood up. I swear to god if he doesn’t stop. The bloody noises continued loudly. She headed to her room's door and opened it. She stepped towards the door of her roommate. Splash. She waited a few seconds. Crash. She knocked at the door. Saw. She knocked harder on the wood.

…

The door opened as soon as she heard the sounds go down in volume and a bit of stumbling on the floor. She could have sworn that something fell down in that room.

“What?”

She crossed her arms. “You are loud. Can you watch your movies a bit quieter?”

He rubbed his eyes.

“Why?”

She stared at him.

“You see, I can’t concentrate when I hear people dying all the time.”

He yawned. “Just use headphones.”

Y/n tapped her finger against her arm. “Would be nice if you were more considerate. You could watch that stuff with headphones as well.”

He turned to his room and gazed through it for a second before turning back to her. “I don't have any, probably.”

“Then turn your volume down.” This guy was the end of her.

“Again, you could just use headphones.”

No longer could she take that injustice from him. Her grip on her own arms tightened as she glared down at him. He stood there with a shrimp-like position caused by his hurry or maybe just bad posture. Y/n didn't know honestly and didn't really care either. She never could imagine that guy actually doing something productive. He stared at her, unbothered as always. “This is a matter of mutual respect. I wouldn't bother you if you had just been quieter more often.”

“I am sure you mentioned not having a problem with noise turbulence when you moved here.”

She clicked her tongue. This guy was the end of her. She could have ripped off his head in frustration if he wasn't a living being. “That's nice for you, but you never specified that noise turbulence means you blasting horror movies at full volume”

He stood there silently. Ha, got you! A slight smirk of victory creeped onto her face.

He sighed, “Anyway, that's not my problem”

Nevermind. There is no hope for him. The grin was gone as fast as it came and got replaced by a frown.

“It is, Seungmin.”

He glared at her shortly and then shut the door. Y/n stared at the wooden thing. An axe could chop it down, right? Surely that would make him wake up and be a bit more respectful. No, after that reaction it is clear that he isn't fixable.

Back in her room, she stared at the notebook again. The lines of her poem already burnt into her brain and the inspiration being gone as always. Next to that frustrating reality, the fight from a few minutes ago still had her pissed, making her unable to concentrate on the actual story she wanted for her poem.

She reached for her phone and opened her messenger app.

“Hey, how are you?”

She waited. After a short time of waiting, a new message popped up.

-“I am fine, and you?”

“I guess I am?”

-“Did something happen?”

Y/n looked at the flower bouquet at the windowsill. I guess it's fine to tell him…