~Made in Japan~

Chapter 4

Yuto POV

*Knock knock kn-knock knock*

I hear y/n knock on the door. How I know it's her? No one knocks like that BUT her. I grab a towel and dry my hair off. "Hyunggg~ I'll get it!" Wooseok calls from inside his room. "いいえ (NO) I'LL GET IT!"  I yell at him, and race outside the bathroom to get to the door. I meet Wooseok who's already halfway to the door. Quickly, I slide across the floor with my socks and push him over. The giant beanstalk starts to fall and slide on his socks, causing me to laugh at him as he tries to catch himself.

*knockity knockity knock knock* 

I suddenly remember why I pushed him over and finally answer the door. 

She looks up from the ground and gasps "WHO—" before she finishes her sentence, Wooseok comes up from behind me and puts me in a chokehold, forcefully dragging me inside the living room. I laugh and scream, "WOOSEOK WE HAVE COMPANY STOOOOPPP!"

He doesn't pay any attention to me, and pins me on the couch, starting to lightly punch me. I laugh and play along. Throwing my head to from side to side as he punches me. We both start laughing and end up stopping because we're laughing too hard, and we can't breathe. I look around to see where Y/N went. She's closed the door, took off her shoes, and is unloading the food she brought for us. 

"야 형 (hey Hyung)" Wooseok whispers. "That's the girl from that night isn't it?" He says raising an eyebrow. "nope" I say flatly, pushing him to the side so I can get up and help Y/N. I hear Wooseok snicker behind me and flop on the couch.

"Hey. S-sorrry about that" I say rubbing the back of my neck as I speak. She looks up from the package and stares at me...long and hard. Having no choice but to look back at her I can see she's not all there.

"Are u okay?" I ask her taking a step closer. She jumps a little and looks at the food. "Yeah yeah sorry I blanked out thinking about work again" she says and smiles at me. I step closer and help her cook some of the food. Our hands and shoulders briefly brush across one another's. I'm not gonna lie...it causes my heart to skip, I can barely focus on what I'm doing.

"Done!" she says and looks up at me. "Now you can eat!" She smiles and hands me a pair of chopsticks. As I look down at her, I stare at her for a minute, and take a step closer. Her smiles drops and she looks at my face up and down. I grab the chopsticks out of her hands and set them on the counter. She steps closer to me and lifts her neck up slightly so she can reach my lips. I turn my head to the side and close my eyes—

"YAA HYUNG 이게 뭐야?!?! (WHAT IS THIS?!)" Wooseok yells at the top of his lungs, sitting on chair pulled up to the counter in front of us. We both jump and turn the other way. "Wooseok Wooseok Wooseok...why do you have to act like a child?" I say slamming my hands on the counter annoyed.

"Because your mom called you and she's on the phone in your room!" Wooseok yells. I roll my eyes and walk into my room. It couldn't have waited mom?! 

Y/N POV: 

I fan my face and grab a bottle of water out the fridge. Wow his roommate really has no chill, I thought to myself. 

"Ehem" he says leaning by the sink.

"Yes?" I reply back. 

Oh my go-

"Hey I know you..." he says waving a finger at me with his arms still crossed. "You're that girl who closed the he elevator on me aren't you?!" He says as he shakes his head and scoffs. 

"Ummm....which elevator?" I ask, trying to fake like I don't remember. 

"The one today ばか (stupid)" he glares at me. 

"Nahh...I don't remember" I reply, faking like I'm trying to think. 

"Wow this girl" he says and scoffs, walking around the room for a bit. He folds his arms and looks at me up and down. Then he practically lunges at me with his giraffe legs and gets in my face.

"Look princess I already don't like you...so why don't you just leave?" He say, sounding extremely hostile. I smile at him. "Awwww but if I do that how would I get to see your handsome face?" I tease and laugh.  His face drops and he rolls his eyes.

"Fine I'll go. But only because I was just coming to drop the food off." I say making my way to the door. "Good" he replies and hands me my purse, trying to get me out as soon as possible. I laugh as he pushes me toward the door. I move to the side so he can't push me and stop with my back against the door. 

"At least tell him I said bye. I don't wanna be rude." 

"Yeah whatever" he says standing in the doorway. 

"Bye"

"Later" I reply

And he slams the door. 

He's a charmer, I think to myself. I shake my head and make my way upstairs, "busy days ahead" I say to myself and skip upstairs.