BTS || We're Roommates || Min Suga || On hold

|| Chapter One ||

The day had started off pretty rough, your car had broken down on the way here, you'd lost your room key, and to top it all off it was the wrong room number altogether, so you had to go back and change it after hours of searching for the wrong key. With that, your spirit had been crushed and you just wanted to settle down in your new dorm, throw on something comfy and listen to music.

Having no idea what anyone in this university was like, you were sure It'd be an 'interesting' experience at least. This uni' didn't tend to have anything against the same genders sharing a room, which means you could end up with anyone. Some cocky bitch, a pretentious dick, or maybe you'd be lucky and have some awkward introvert you wouldn't have to socially interact with. But, this anticipation was all 'part of the uni' experience', as almost every single adult in your life had been reminding you for the past two months or so. They were happy for you, but at the same time, you had the feeling that they were living their younger days through you again, not that you really cared, but you just chuckled at how sad it was. They wanted to be back here, and you wanted to get out, how ironic.

"Fuckin' finally, Room 578." You read off your card, checking the number placed on the door. "Here goes nothing..." You insert the key and twist the handle, entering what would be your new dorm for the next few years. You held your breath as you opened your eyes, only to be greeted by opened cans of 'cola' and 'dr.pepper' scattered all across the floor and window ledge. With a sigh, you took in how much smaller the room was than you'd imagined. You cast your eyes over to the student sat in the corner of the room, you watched as he scribbled words down onto a piece of paper, eventually scrunching it up and tossing it behind him, adding to the pile he'd created. He sighed out of frustration, hitting the pencil against the wall he was facing, leaving small marks of graphite. You clear your throat in an attempt to grab his attention, but you soon realise he has earphones in. Quickly, you grab your room key and shut the door behind you, gradually making your way over to him. "Ahem." You gently nudge his shoulder, he jumps in shock, dropping his pencil in the process. He then turns to look at you, his glare steady, small bags resting under his eyes. It was clear he'd been through a lot. You crouch down onto your knees and pull his left earphone out, you hold it next your own ear and begin listening to his music. He tore his eyes away from yours, picking up his pencil and continued to write what seemed like song lyrics. You both sat in silence for a while, listening to his playlist.

After ten minutes or so, 'he' took out his remaining earphone and left you on the floor with his phone, locked of course. Curious, you flipped his phone over, it had a clear case on with a note inside, 'Bangtan' was written on it. You watched as he walked over to the mini fridge located by the door, you smirked. He then gently tosses a Dr.Pepper can onto the bed on the left side of the room. "Your bed," he spoke quickly, you didn't really hear him, but you'd gathered what he said. You both sit opposite each other on your beds, no one really spoke, but you liked your new roommate already. He was straightforward, slightly edgy, and you liked that about him. The fizz of the carbonated drink being opened broke the heavy silence, you both made eye contact for a second, followed by a slight smile. You moved over and sat beside him, reading the lyrics he was writing down. He seemed stressed so you took the notepad from him and began to read out the lyrics.

"Some think it was easy for me to reach my position..."

He sat there in utter silence.

"Fuck you I'm the thorn in the eyes of those hyungs Who have no chances of becoming successful."

You skimmed a few lines and began reading again.

"I'm sorry, you should change your job Your ability to make yourself look like a moron is extraordinary so change your job, boy."

You began laughing, wow, savage. He looked at you with hopeful eyes and you nodded in approval, still chuckling lightly.

"You wrote this?" You began.

"Yeah, why else would it be in my book, dumbass."

You laughed at his response, handing him back his notebook. "It's fucking great."

You were about to get back up and start unpacking, however, you felt him grab your wrist, making you turn around, he places a walkman and some earphones into the palm of your hand. The Walkman had a crumpled piece of paper taped to the side, it read 'burn it up'. "Listen to the sound track while you clean," he demanded. You nod in response "If when it's finished I get an exclusive live performance." You respond playfully. He laughed lightly, nodding. You put on the earphones and press play, listening his mixtape.

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