Bts imagines

32 Rapmon: Roommate

The day had finally come. I was going to study abroad in Korea! It had been a dream of mine for a few years and now that dream was finally going to come through. I was going to go to Seoul National University and I had heard a lot about that school. It's one of the best universities in Korea and it took a lot to get permission to study there, definitely for a foreigner. For the past couple of years I had been studying Korean like crazy and when I became fluent in it, the university decided to let me in!

After a long flight I had finally reached my destination. I was welcomed by the principal, Mr Kang. He told me a little bit about the history of the school and how good this university was. We were in his office when he called for someone named Park Jimin.
A boy, who was a little taller than me entered the room. I was immediately distracted by his good looks and tried to focus on what the principal was saying.

Jimin suddenly looked back and me and bowed a little. I did the same and quietly said "annyeonghaseyo"(hello) He shot me a slight smile and we both focused on the principal again. I understood that he wanted Jimin to show me around and take me to my room after that. We both bid the principal goodbye and the tour started. 

Jimin showed me the classrooms, the cantine, the library, everything. Finally, we got to the rooms. I was curious because I knew I was going to have to share my room with someone else. I never had a roommate. 

Jimin and I were slowly walking through the corridors as he blabbered about all kinds of stuff. Other students who passes by shot me glares. I guess they aren't used to foreigners.
"This is your room" Jimin said after a while. Number 211. I knocked at the door. 

"What do you want" an annoyed voice said. But, that sounded like a guy. I shot Jimin a glare "My roommate is a boy?!" It was hard enough living with another girl, but a boy, darn it. That's twice as much awkwardness. No walking around in your underwear after a shower. I would have to hide my bras too. I suddenly started to worry a lot.

 Because I didn't answer, Jimin answered for me "It's your new roommate" 

The door opened, revealing a moody looking guy. He was taller than 1.80cm and I had to look up to see his face. Being 1.60 isn't that convenient at times. The boy eyed Jimin, then me and shook his head. "Nope"
He was about to close the door when Jimin put his foot between it.

"Rapmon hyung, you know you have to follow the rules. You have to accept your roommate" The boy, or rapmon apparently, looked at me from bottom to the top in a disgusted way and said "I'm not going to sleep in the same room as a girl, definitely not a foreigner" 

The guy sounded so confident, it made me feel uncomfortable. But at the same time, I hated people who were racist, and he was. So I pushed past him without thinking about the consequences and checked out my new room.

"YAh, this is private, lady" Rapmon said. "Shut up, this is my room, too ,from now out" I hadn't even known him for more than a few minutes, but he already annoyed me. And I annoyed him too. The room was incredibly messy, which didn't surprise me. I mean, a boy lives here. 

There were two beds, well actually, one. The guy had connected the beds so they formed one big bed. I sighed, that meant there was nowhere for me to sleep.. 

I kinda wanted to ask Jimin if I could get another room, but when I looked at the doorway he was already gone. All that was left was an angry rapmon

"I don't want you here" he said. He walked over to me, grabbed my arm and dragged me back towards the door. I tried to fight back, but he was to strong. Suddenly, I decided to kick him. The first thing I could hit were his nuts. The grip on my arm loosened as he looked at me with wide eyes. I scoffed at him and said "I. Don't. Like. Being. Touched." 

Hours went by of me and Rapmon, whose real name was Namjoon, arguing. He was being stubborn and didn't want to give me a bed. A big bed is comfortable, he had said. Yeah I bet, but what about me? Are you really going to let a girl sleep on the ground? Unfortunately, his answer to that question was 'yes'. 

There was nothing I could do, that guy was 10 times stronger than me. If I did anything he didn't like he would literally throw me out of this room. So I decided to accept the fact that I had to sleep on the ground with nothing but a pillow, which Rapmon did give me because 'who sleeps with two pillows? not me' those were his words. Thanks for being so generous, geez. 

Days passed of me sleeping on the cold ground, and I hated school. Everybody avoided me because I was a foreigner. People wouldn't sit next to me. Not in class, not in the cantine. The only one who would talk to me sometimes was Jimin, but I couldn't really call him a friend either. To make things worse, Namjoon would insult me at all times. "You look ugly without make up" "You've got eyebags" etc. NO ShIT sHErlOck, that's what happens when you sleep on the ground, stupid. I had figured out he was one of the kingka's in school and he was known for his cold way of speaking. 

As months went by, the days got colder and I spent my most time shivering because of the cold floor. I really wondered if Namjoon didn't have any feelings. To me he had no feelings and no manners. 

One night, things got too much. It was a freezing night and with a snoring namjoon on the other side of the room, I couldn't seem to fall asleep. I thought about all the hateful things he had said to me and as time had passed, I had started to believe them. Tears fell down my cheeks as I shivered from the cold. I had been looking forward to this university and now, my dream was ruined. I just wanted to go back. I rather live with my family than study here while sleeping on the damn floor in the same room as an asshole. I sat up straight and tried to keep myself warm. Every now and then, I sniffled. 

A soft groan was heard. 'Shit' I thought. My crying had woken Namjoon up. "What the hell, why are you not asleep" His harsh words didn't make me any happier.

"Just shut the fuck up, you've said enough to me already" My voice cracked and he noticed something was off. "What do you mean by that?" His voice didn't seem as annoyed anymore. "Just leave me alone, go back to sleep okay" I said. But Namjoon didn't give up. He suddenly switched on a light, causing me to squeeze my eyes shut. "Were you crying?" Why did he suddenly sound a little worried? Maybe, he did have emotions. 

"No" I stubbornly said, but my sniffling gave me away. "Yes you are, what's wrong" I had never seen him like this. I almost believed he really cared. But since I really needed to get this off my chest, I decided to tell him anyway. "Do you think I like coming to a completely different country, sharing a room with someone who hates my guts. Sleeping on the fucking ground for months because my roommate is too selfish to share a bed. Do you think I like being ignored just because I am a foreigner, do you people not consider what that does to my feelings. What about my personality, maybe I'm not a shitty person at all, but no everybody just judges me by looks" I opened my eyes and wiped my tears away. 

Namjoon had gotten up and walked towards me. He put a hand on my arm, feeling my cold skin. He cursed under his breath. "Damn, you're so cold" He sounded a little ashamed.

 Our eyes met for a split second before we both awkwardly looked in another direction. Namjoon cleared his throat awkwardly. "Erm, how do I say this" he started. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put you through this. When I told you to sleep on the ground, I didn't think you would actually do it. Now come on, you're gonna catch a cold" 

A pair of warm arms lifted me off the ground, bridal style. he lied me down on the bed and pulled the covers over me. We were basically sleeping together in one bed, but I was too happy to be warm to care. After a while, Namjoon must've thought I was sleeping because I heard him whisper "I'm sorry, you're too beautiful to be put through that. I regret telling you to sleep on the ground. From now on, sleep here, with me" Luckily, my back was facing him, because my face was burning. And with that, I finally fell asleep. 

After that incident, Namjoon acted a lot different towards me. He smiled a lot, and often sat next to me in class and in the cantine. He made me feel less lonely and after a while, even sleeping in the same bed didn't feel awkward anymore. 

I never expected me to say this, but he became my best friend. And maybe, just maybe, even more than that.