Seokjin pov

My phone buzzed when I was in the middle of making a cup of coffee. It was my brother.

"Hey hyung, good morning."

"I would have greeted you back if it wasn't night in Korea." I chuckled. The time difference is really taking a toll on both of us.

"What are you doing?" Namjoon my younger brother asked right away.

"Just making coffee. And are you still stuck on the computer doing god knows what?"

"What nooo. I was writing something."

"Lemme guess, another report for dad?"

"Something like that. And do you have class today?" He replied, but I know he was irritated.

"Nope campus is having an inter fest and I got a chance to bail."

"Lazy like always. And did you fill your barren kitchen?"

"Yup it's filled. Gotta try some new varieties."

"Nice you should learn new recipes and cook for me when you return."

"Nah, I ain't cooking for your dumb ass."

"Hyungggg" He started whining. I chuckled.

"Today, the house owner will be visiting." I informed him.

"Have you seen him before?"

"No. I came to know about this offer from one of his friends, who works in the same Uni."

"Oh I see." He hummed from the other end.

"And also I will be having a company from today onwards."

"What company?"

"Mr. John called me last night and informed that the roommate he talked about is going to be his sister."

"His sister? Please don't kill her with your stupid jokes, hyung." He begged me.

"Sorry no can do."

"Maybe you will get along. I heard old people enjoys hearing outdated dad jokes. The kind you use." He scoffed.

"What do you mean by old people? I'm 28, punk."

"Whatever you're still old." He scoffed.

"And besides I don't think his sister is that old. Maybe in her thirties or late twenties I guess."

"Hyung, I'm hanging up Taehyung's screaming from the other room. I guess he lost another round in his new video game." Taehyung our youngest, I chuckled hearing about him.

"Ok bye then." I hung up the call and continued sipping on my coffee.

After having some kimchi pancakes, I decided to freshen up before the owner comes.

I climbed the stairs and went to my bedroom. The vacant bedroom was so tempting that I couldn't control myself and decided to lie down for a bit.

"Mr. Kim can you help me with these papers?" I looked up from my desk and saw Mr. Keynes with a pile of papers in his hands. He was a really good looking guy and close to my age. I am not so close with him so I thought this was my time to get to know him.

"Yeah sure." We went to the cafeteria and found a quiet spot to work on marking the papers. It was a small test conducted just to know the students' level of understanding.

"This boy Kevin he's really attentive in the class." Mr. Keynes lifted a paper and extended it to me.

"Yes I have noticed that. He always have doubts and is not reluctant to ask any questions either. A smart guy." I agreed with him.

Few minutes passed by and we were so concentrated on the papers. I looked up when I heard him scoffing while looking at a paper.

"This one is really something. I haven't seen her paying attention to any of my classes. But still she manages to score such high marks. Her skills alluring just like that body of her's."

I was shocked when I heard him say something like that about a student of his. I gripped my fist tightly to control myself. He lifted the paper and showed it to me.

"Don't you think I'm right?" My blood started boiling when I saw whom he was referring to. 'Eliza John'. Reading that name, made me lose all my self control without even holding back I smacked right across his face spilling specks of blood over the white pages.

I shot my eyes open. My fists were curled up and still shivering from the burning anger. I counted from one to ten taking deep breaths to calm myself. It was a very weird dream and a really spiteful one too. I didn't think I would get this worked up on a dream though.

I checked my phone for time. Ohh shoot, it's already ten past twelve. I dashed to the common bathroom outside my room and took a quick shower.

When I got to my room and dried my wet hair I heard the door bell. I quickly went down and got the door. A young man with a messy pompadour hair stood before me. He was tall with a built figure. I welcomed him inside.

"Hello, Evan John." He extended his hand to me.

"Hai, Kim Seokjin." I shook his hands.

We went to the living room and sat on the couch. The atmosphere was quiet and tight.

"So how do you like it here?" He broke the uncomfortable silence.

"It's really good. I like it here."

"How long have you been here in Canada?" He asked with a gentle smile.

"About six years. I did my post grad and PhD here after completing my under grad in South Korea. And how about you?"

"Oh same with me. Got my BTech degree in India and did my masters here." We talked for a while about our studies and life in here.

"I'm sorry, I guess my sister's running late." He apologised.

"It's okay, traffic could be the problem. I ha.." I couldn't complete, my phone rang and I checked the caller ID and it was from the University.

"I'm sorry I had to take it. It's important."

"It's ok. I will wait here." He assured me before I went to my room. It was about some mail sent from the campus.

The call took longer than I thought it would. Right when I hung up, Evan came and knocked on the door. "Seokjin, my sister's here."

"I am coming." I tagged along with him to the living room. I saw a girl standing near the couch admiring the show piece of an angel aiming with an arrow. She had really long hair which was set loose and didn't realise our arrival, until her brother called her.

"Sis, this is Kim Seokjin, your roommate." She turned and my jaw dropped. This was the last person I expected to see. Eliza. She was Evan's sister and now my roommate.