Han Yoora

"Ok but to be honest when Jihoon and I were roomie's we barely even talked," Soonyoung said taking a bite of his sandwich and looked over my shoulder to probably Jihoon who was behind me talking to some of his friends on another table. "Besides when I tried to talk to him he would just shut me down." He said while pouting.

"Well we have almost an identical story," I began making his attention turn towards me. "For a week that I've been with him, we've never actually uttered a word to each other besides me asking where the utensils were."

"How do you not know where the utensils are?" Soonyoung looked at me with a judging look before shaking his head.

"You're seriously judging me right now?" I asked as I looked at him with the same look that he gave me. "Why you've got a problem?" Rolling my eyes I took a sip of my chocolate milk and checked my phone for any new notifications.

"Why Jihoon kick you out though?" I asked placing my phone back to the table and resting my chin on my palm.

"He reported me for being too loud! I was then transferred to another apartment by the landlord with Wonwoo, who's just like a replica of Jihoon - I don't even know why he had to transfer me to another apartment if I would just have the same roommate who's personality is like my old roommate?" Soonyoung ranted out while furiously slamming his hand to the table attracting a few glances towards him.

"Calm down." I hissed taking his hand to stop him from slamming it to the table. "Keep your voice down too. Jihoon's behind us."

He sighed and grabbed my milk and drank all of it, "Did you just-"

"Whatcha' gonna do, princess?" Soonyoung asked mockingly while sticking his tongue out at me.

"You're so dead." I hissed slinging my bag over my shoulder and sprinting off to catch up with Soonyoung who just laughed throughout the whole thing.

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It was the end of the day, but I still had cram school to go to. I trudged to the back of the room where the lockers were located and took all the reviewers and worksheets I needed for cram school.

"Yoora! Do you want to go out?" Dasom asked as she tapped my shoulder. "Ah, well you see, I still have cram school to go to." I briefly explained showing her my reviewers that I had clutched in my arms.

"Oh! I'm sorry. Good luck, then! Get home safely." She smiled and waved at me before exiting the room. I pursed my lips and began putting my supplies into an envelope and throwing it in my bag.

"Han Yoora!" I turned around, startled from the noise and looked over at the door to see Soonyoung. "What, now?" I asked irritably as I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed towards the door.

"Let's go eat meat! My treat!" He said, slinging his hand over my shoulder. "I could eat with you, but I've got cram school," I explained pointing at my bag with my thumb.

"I don't get why you still even go to cram school though. You literally have the highest grade in the class." He said scratching his head, sighing.

"Sara has been catching up lately. Her scores are usually close to mine. Last semester her average was 3.8 and mine was 4.1! I can't just let that pass!" I hissed trudging forward to go down the stairs.

"It's just a two percent gap, Yoo! Give yourself a break," Soonyoung said following me down the stairs, to the lobby, and out the gate.

"Hosh, I was programmed this way. My dad would rather die than to see me step foot out of the rank one!"

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Cram school is exhausting. It lasted for about 9 hours with short to little no breaks in between. All I had to do now is to return back to my apartment and hope I don't sleep through my alarm. I trudged through the hallways with a cola in hand to relieve my throat off its dry state.

I soon saw the room's door and I began to open the front pocket of my bag in search of my keys. I swear I put it in here somewhere. I thought, digging through my bag as thoroughly as possible. "Oh no." I sighed as I turned over my bag to see nothing but crumpled paper falling to the ground.

I hastily began to knock on the door while I multitasked with my other hand and began stuffing all my belongings into my grey bag. "Jihoon! Wake up, gosh." I said while still knocking furiously on the door.

I sighed as a few minutes passed and he still hasn't opened the door for me. I scratched my head and took out my phone to dial Soonyoung's number. He was my last resort.

After a few rings, he picked up;

"What do you want? It's one in the morning!"

"I'm sorry for bothering you at this time. Do you know Jihoon's number?"

"Yeah, why? Did you lock yourself out?"

"Kind of."

"Yeah, I'll send it to you."

And with that, he ended the call and seconds later he sent me Jihoon's number. "You're a life saver, Hosh," I said and called Jihoon.

I heard rings from inside which soon ended when the automatic response sounded on my ear. "Oh god." I hissed as I redialed his number and he finally answered it.

"Jesus Christ, what do you want?" Jihoon groggily asked.

"Can you open the door for me?" I asked sheepishly as I knocked onto the door. "I kinda locked myself out."

"I TOLD YOU-"

"I know! Just open the goddammed door."

"YOU TAKE CARE OF IT BY YOURSELF YOU MORON."

"You little b*tch. Open the door and or I'll report you to Mr. Lee!"

"As if I'm scared!"

I groaned and furiously knocked on the door. "Open it and I'll do anything you want!"

"Are you sure?" He asked as I heard shuffling on the other line.

"Jesus, yes!"

"Anything?" He asked opening the door while holding the phone on his ear.

"Thanks!" I said shoving myself past him and to my room.

"Deal starts tomorrow and will last for a month." He said before I slammed my door shut and locked it.

"Yeah, right. You'll only probably make me do your homework." I rambled, rolling my eyes and began to move towards my closet to try and freshen up.

Grumbling I walked out of my room, trying to be as quiet as possible, to which I successfully did.

I sighed and began to freshen myself up and prepared for bed. "I hope he doesn't make me do sh*t. Why does it also last for a month? Why can't it just be for a week?" I grumbled to myself while I pulled a shirt over my body.

I gathered all of my stuff then I heard a knock on the door. "Han Yoora! There's food inside the fridge from your father! He says he'll come back on Saturday to check up on you." I opened the door and gave him a thumbs up and moved towards my room.

I had just locked my door when he shouted, "He also thinks I'm your boyfriend!"

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