Between The Hidden World And Ours... - [YEONGYU FF]

Chapter 3

The dining area, which consisted of a table and a few chairs made of wicker and wood, was connected to the kitchen, which had the usual things a kitchen would have, and a staircase went right up to the second floor.

So Yeomjun decided at that moment to climb up the stairs, and look around for his room.

He was about to open a door, when it suddenly opened from the other side, revealing Beomgyu... in the bathroom.

And Yeonjun's cheeks definitely turned red.

Fuck I nearly caught him at an embarrassing moment!!

"Your room is the door next to this one," was all Beomgyu said before walking past Yeonjun, who only stared back at him.

Two things crossed Yeonjun's mind.

Why the heck is Beomgyu so cold with me when we just met, and also why is he so good looking wearing that white tank top?

Especially one that shows his bulked up arms.

Yeonjun simply exhaled and then opened the door next to the bathroom.

He entered a room that was painted white, with a wooden closet tucked in the corner, a desk against the front wall closest to the door, and then his bed that he'll spend a few nights in against the back wall.

It didn't have any sheet covers, so Yeonjun opened the closet, only to find none.

"Hmm... I'll go ask Beomgyu."

He dropped the bags off in his new room and then walked back into the hallway, looking for Beomgyu's room.

The problem was... which one?

All the doors were closed.

Yeonkun tried his hardest to remember in what direction Beomgyu went. In the end, he decided to try the door near the very end of the hall.

"Hel—"

"WOAH!!"

Beomgyu slammed his laptop down as soon as Yeonjun entered the room.

The latter was startled, nearly hitting his head on the door frame from the shock.

"Sorry," he began.

"What are you doing in my room?!" Beomgyu exclaimed.

"Ummm..."

Yeonjun was about to ask what he was actually meaning to ask and what he came for, but then something else caught his eye.

"Wow."

There were a bunch of different rocks on Beomgyu's wooden desk. Some of them were decorated with some kind of marking, and Yeonjun recognized that they were fossils.

Not only that, there were also many maps pinned onto the wall, and they were mostly consisting of oceans and had many red lines.

"You're a scientist?!" Yeonjun exclaimed.

Beomgyu was baffled.

And somewhat shocked that Yeonjun was able to figure it out that easily.

"Umm... yeah, I am," he replied after a while.

Once again, Yeonjun gasped in delight.

"Oh my gosh, I'm a scientist too! What do you study; I study evolution!"

Beomgyu glanced at him up and down, and scoffed.

"You? A scientist? Would have never thought."

Yeonjun decided to bite back that remark and ignore it, and repeated his question again.

"What do you study?"

Beomgyu remained silent.

But he saw that Yeonjun was being persistent, and he also wanted him to get out of his room as soon as possible.

"I'm an archeologist and an oceanographer," he responded.

"Oh how cool! What company do you work under?" Yeonjun asked.

"Why do you wanna know?"

"Because I wanna get to know you; let's be friends!"

Beomgyu scoffed again.

"We're not friends, Yeonjun, and second, why did you come to my room in the first place?"

Yeonjun was trying so hard to break the tension here, but Beomgyu was only making it worse and harder for him.

For literally absolutely no reason.

He exhaled and simply decided to ask what he was originally coming for.

"I need some sheets for my bed; do you have any?" Yeonjun said at last.

"Yeah. But they're downstairs; I'll get them for you."

Beomgyu stood up, about to leave, when Yeonjun stopped him.

"Can't you at least tell me what company you are under? Maybe I know it," he asked.

Beomgyu looked back at him with a frown, remaining silent, again.

But then, he just said it so that Yeonjun would finally leave him alone.

"W.O.W Corporations in Daegyu, South Korea," he said leaving the room.

Yeonjun just stood there, somewhat amazed after finding out his city.

"He's from Daegu?"

A smile crossed his face.

"Cool!"

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A/N: *tries to write an author's note but falls asleep at 11pm before hitting the publish button in time*