'It's got to be Jongin...'
Kyungsoo thought as he cooked himself a meal.
'Age: 22 , roommates :2 , says they're annoying, likes chicken: yes.'

Kyungsoo tried not to think that it was 100% going to be Jongin; anyone could be 22, have two roommates and like chicken right? And the chicken he order was even fried... Did that matter?

'It's probably not Jongin...'

His mind went straight to the text he sent to supposedly-Jongin and mentally cursed himself.

'Why did I say that?'
Kyungsoo should have thought harder about whether it was actually him or not before sending the text but he was so convinced that it was him. As soon as he got home he messaged the anonymous number to see whether he would reply.  Kyungsoo also thought it would be a good idea to send 'my friends good looking roommate stopped with me at the bar'.

However that was especially for Jongin... If it was actually him. Clearly, Kyungsoo didn't think through enough to know that Jongin would probably never text back after that.

But the anonymous number did.

'So did that mean it's not him?'

'Wait why did I send that thinking that it would be Jongin?!?! It's not like I know him or anything...'

'Or like him...'

Kyungsoo thought about Jongin for a moment—how he's kind and caring and thoughtful, his tanned skin was beautiful even if Korea as a whole prefers the whiter tones, his eyes and his thick lips were inviting and his smile was incredibly cute. But that could just be because Kyungsoo was jealous of Jongin looks. Not because he liked him.

Even if he did like him the slightest bit—which, at least, didn't think he did–Jongin would certainly think that was disgusting. I mean just look at him.

Jongin was one of those stylist, good looking guys that attract every woman on the street. With one swish of his hair or even a glimpse of his smile and girls would be at his feet.

Then look at Kyungsoo. He saw himself as a small, pale, big eyed boy. Not a man, a boy. His shoulders weren't broad and was significantly smaller than most of his friends. Baekhyuns other roommate, Chanyeol, just made him look like a dwarf.

Because of his resting facial expression, people are normally put off speaking to him in person. He eventually gave up trying to make an effort and kept to himself, quietly and usually alone. Not that he minded completely. Sometimes the thought being alone was relaxing— sometimes he thought that he can be better company to himself than other people.

'Jongin was nice company..'

•••

  Jongdae pulled back from the longer lasting kiss, his hand still resting on minseoks chest.
"What does this m-mean?" He said breathing slightly heavier.

Minseok gazed into his eyes and smiled slightly.
"What do you want it to mean?"

"I-I—" Jongdae gulped before carrying on. "I'm not sure.. But I want it to mean something"

"Like what?"

"Yah, why are you asking so many questions? You know what I mean!" Jongdae whined and sits up properly.

Minseok laughed "do I? "

"Yes"

"I don't think I think you ought to explain it to me" Minseok smirked, slightly more confident.

Jongdae blushed and looked away. But then seconds later he returned to their earlier position— With Jongdae's lips on the older's.

It didn't last as long but once they pulled apart, the two were smiling once more.

"Was that enough?" Jongdae asked.

Minseoks heart was thumbing out of his chest like it has been doing for the past half an hour.

"For now"

•••

"Guys?" Baekhyun called after drinking a hot beverage with his roommates.

"Hmm?" Jongin replied.

"Can I ask you a question..?"

Baekhyun saw Chanyeol look up and bite his lip. Both Jongin and Chanyeol nodded.

"Err, well, you see, the thing is... You know how I drank a lot last night?" They nodded again. "I may or may not remember what happened."

Jongin began to snigger and Chanyeol shot him a devils glare.

"What!? Oh god please don't tell me I did something stupid"

"Well, you could say that" Jongin laughed.

"Please tell me! Wait— do I wanna know"

"The question is, does chanyeol want you to know"

Chanyeols cheek tinted red. "Shut the hell up Kai"

Baekhyun realised that he had clearly done something embarrassing. And even worse—he did it to Chanyeol.
"Aish! Oh god oh god. "

'What the hell did I do!??! '

"Chanyeol are you going to tell him or am I?"

The giant froze in his seat as his eyes were moving from Baekhyun to his knees to Jongin and back. He scratched his head before speaking. "I— err..."

"I'll just tell him, it'll be quicker." Before Jongin told him, he gave one last look to Chanyeol "you'll allow me right? can tell him?"

Chanyeol hesitated to nod.

Jongin focused back to Baekhyun and boy was he nervous as hell. Baekhyun was unsure whether actually wanted to hear. Did he actually want to do this while Chanyeol and him are in the same room? Will it be awkward?

"You sat chanyeols lap"

Baekhyun was quiet for a second. "Oh" he expected worse so maybe it wasn't that bad..  "Phew"

"Phew?" Jongin laughed again.

"W-wha—no I—I mean that it could have been worse! I could have— n-never mind.."

"You could have what Baekhyun?"

"Yah! I said never mind okay?" Baekhyun stood up with a flustered face. "I'll be right back" he said and shot to the bathroom.

"Thank you for not telling him the whole thing.." Chanyeol said quietly once it was just him and Jongin alone in the room.

"No prob— wait there was more?!"

The giant immediately stood up with wide eyes. "Erm.. No of course not" Chanyeol just realised that Jongin wasn't next to him for the whole night to hear the things Baekhyun said last night. 'I just had to let that out didn't I?'
"I'll be in my room" Chanyeol managed to say and began to walk away from the sofa.

"You're lying! " as Jongin stood up too, Chanyeol began to run. "Yah! Come back!"

•••

"You like Eun Mi don't you?"

"Eh?!"

Luhan could t believe his ears. He couldn't believe Sehun. Did he really just speak such a stupid and not to mention completely inaccurate statement out loud.

"What?!" Luhan said again—or should I say nearly shouted. "A-are you serious?!"

"Do you really think that?" Luhan stood up. "You really think I love that brat that stole the person I actually want to be with? Huh? Are you that thick?!"

Luhan was in his bed. Again. He was crying. Again. He felt utterly drained. Again. He felt like he had surely cried out all of the water in his body, but he kept weeping. Again.

Yixing had knocked on his door plenty of times when he saw Luhan rush in with swollen, red eyes and tears streaming down his face. Luhan didn't answer his calls from outside the door, he even locked himself in so Yixing couldnt come in without permission. 

It hadn't been long since Sehun left but luhans eyes felt droopy, heavy and tired already. It was from all the tears.

"God can't you see I love you?!"

"Can't you see that I ran away from you because you wanted to date someone other than me?"

"Can't you see that you've made me a mess because of how much I love you?"

That was what Luhan would have said.

Instead he took the worst option he could even imagine.

•••

Totally didn't cry at my own story