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3 | moving in

"Smoking is prohibited in the apartment." I tell him.

"Yeah, well so is farting in public." He snorts and I laugh. "Sorry, if I don't want to smoke in the snow, wrapped in a fucking blanket and shivering like I'm suffering from the Parkinson disease."

This guy is something else. "Well, you still shouldn't smoke."

"Yeah, cause my lungs will rot. Old news."

Well, if he wants to slowly kill himself I can't save him.

"Min Yoongi." He says.

"Park Jimin." I return and extend my hand.

"Oh, so you're one of them?" He mumbles shaking my hand.

"One of who?"

"Hand shakers."

"I guess so." I shrug and begin unlocking my door. I leave the door wide open and start carrying my boxes inside and Yoongi joins. He brings in my suitcase along with my 'textbooks' labeled box and all I have to do is settle down. Only, I'm exhausted mainly from having to run up and down the stairs. Screw it, I'll just throw my clothes in the closet and place my books on the bookcase. Evelyn isn't here to discipline me.

"So are you planning to," he gestures at the boxes.

"Yeah,"

"Alright, I'll let you get to it  then. Feel free to swing by if you want to." Yoongi says and gives me a slight wave before entering his apartment. When I'm finally alone I begin opening up my suitcase and set up my closet quickly and efficiently. It's not color-coded or arranged according to materials, but I know where everything is placed. I don't have a lot of shoes so I just put them at the bottom of the walking closet. I have only one suit in my possession and I bought that when I was still with Evelyn for her sister's wedding so I put it in the very back of the closet and hang my tie on the door. Then I begin putting my underwear and socks in the drawers.

By the time I'm done organizing my closet I realize that only forty minutes passed, so I decide to set things up on my desk, by putting my red lamp and my laptop on its surface. I arrange my uni textbooks on the bookshelf and put some in my drawers. I take out my pensil case that consists of two ballpoint pens, one blue and a black, correcting strip and a highlighter. As I shuffle through the boxes for my literature books a strip of paper suddenly falls out from one of the books and I pick it up.

Evelyn's and my own eyes are looking back at me from the picture. Actually, it was one of those photo booth pics where we had four continuous shots to take and I look back at that time when things seemed so easy and we were both carefree. Even though we ended things, I still can't believe that I'm in this new apartment right now. I spent one and a half year living with that woman and I wanted to take things to another level with her. I wanted her to belong with me. I wanted to marry her.

We discussed marriage and we agreed that the most suitable timing for us would be after getting our Masters. I could see it in her eyes that she wanted this as much as I did and if I'm being honest, it hurts like hell that what we had is over. Part of me wants to just bolt out the door and drive back to our little apartment, but the rational thing to do is take some time apart. Our relationship was toxic and it ended up scaring both of us. She changed completely over the months or perhaps she always had this darkness that I was too blind to see.

We had another fight, only several days ago. It was stupid really because a month ago, I agreed to go pick up a friend from the airport, but I forgot about it and made plans with Evelyn the same day. My friend texted me to remind me of it and when I told her that we have to reschedule our date, she became furious and began complaining about how I put other people above her (which isn't true) and how much of a dick I was for wanting to pick my fucking friend from the airport. We would fight over the stupidest things and most of the time she's the one who starts the arguments. I admit, I might not be the best human being in the world but I'm trying to please all sides. She would even get jealous and insecure whenever I  went out with my friends whether it was for a drink at a bar or hanging out at some club.

I would never cheat on her.

I cast the photo aside and turn on my phone. I am hungry and I'm seriously craving pizza. Maybe, I'll invite that Yoongi guy over to join me. I'm really not in the mood to eat alone and since my house isn't really a mess right now people could enjoy it while it looks new.

Opening my door, I knock on Yoongi's and I can hear him say "Gimme a minute!"

The door finally opens with a click and Yoongi appears "Hey Seven."

I see we're on nickname basis. "You wanna come over at my place? I'm ordering pizza."

"You paying?"

Sure why not. "Yeah,"

He shrugs and shuts the door behind him. "Alright can't say no to free pizza. Add a Coke or two while you're at it."