who are you?

four

okay honestly i feel like my updates are off lately like idk. i don't like how the chapters are turning out so i'm so sorryyy

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with dark circles under his eyes, jeongin strided along the familiar hallways of his apartment. on both hands he was cradling a box that contained packages he failed to collect from here.

he left the mansion earlier as he doesn't want to encounter hyunjin, even if he's already sober. what the older did last night wasn't just something you'd forget easily specially if he knows you were already traumatized by his step brother.

absentmindedly he stopped in front of his door, balancing the box on one hand while he fish for his keycard inside the duffel bag hanging around his shoulders.

"where is it?" he bit his lip in annoyance as his fingers couldn't grasp the card. 

him shivering wasn't also helping as its just 6 am when he left and the band shirt and sweatpants he wore failed to keep him warm.

why didn't i grab a jacket before leaving-

"excuse me, may i help you?" a voice echoed from behind him. the package nearly fell from his hand as he jumped back, startled.

slowly he turn around to see a stranger staring at him with a kind face. jeongin has never saw him in his floor before and so naturally, his brows furrowed out of curiosity.

"oh no it's ok. i just couldn't find my key card that's all." he let out a small awkward  laugh before facing his door again.  the brunette was starting to get irritated and anxious knowing that someone was watching him.

"let me get that for you. are you lost?" the stranger suddenly walked towards him and without waiting for a response, grabbed the box he was holding.

he was caught off guard and his first instinct was to jump away. the boy's eyes widened.

"i'm sorry i didn't mean to startle you." he said with a soothing voice and a frown. the stranger that stood in front of him had white, porcelain skin and a jet black hair.

from up close jeongin could see a light dust of freckles across his cheeks and over the bridge of his button nose. he tower over him just like how hyunjin does, but he looks even taller.

jeongin swallowed.

"it's ok. and what do you mean lost? this is actually my apartment." he was starting to get flushed from embarrassment and finally his fingers grasped something. "i live here." then he showed him his keycard.

the boy stared at it for awhile, examining it before looking back at him with a small smile. "mhm room 032. what a coincidence, we live next to each other." then he pointed to the door number just in front of them which clearly states room 033.

jeongin could feel his face heat up more as he quickly bowed. "i'm sorry,  i didn't notice that i got the wrong room." out of habit he starts to shuffle on his feet and tug on the hem of his shirt.

"it's no problem at all, here let me help you." then when he took another step closer to jeongin, he back away again. his frown deepened and he looks concerned.

"um i can do it myself thanks though," he pursed his lips and faked a smile before grabbing the box from him. "i'll get going then, it was nice meeting you."

without waiting for a response, he quickly swiped the key card to his room and when he got inside he didn't know he was already panting and shaking.

"breathe jeongin." he made sure to lock the door before sliding his back against it. the boy didn't know why his reaction was this violent, but it's been awhile since he had an interaction with anyone apart from his family.

he was too caught up with the unending works in the mansion he barely has any time to go out and now that he thinks about it, he couldn't help but feel down.

he stayed on the floor for quite some time, just thinking about the events earlier. the stranger seemed friendly and you could tell his intentions were good.

it's just that after chan, jeongin never had any friends. he has hyunjin before and until now its only just him.

making friends were impossible for the younger and for awhile he didn't think quite much of it, but now that it dawned upon him, what's bad in trying right?

"he probably thinks i'm on drugs." he sighed. "how am i gonna make friends when we met on the wrong foot-"

a soft series of knocks made his heart jump and he nearly squealed had it not been for the hand covering his mouth on instinct.

"hello?" speaking of the devil.