My Lover From The Stars

• SEVEN •

[A/N: To my super shy ghost readers, please interact. I'm a sweet human. I won't bite you, I promise🥺🥺]

Jungkook's pov, 

  "Do you have another overnight?" 

  I heard Jimin ask, when I was checking myself in the mirror, making sure my uniform tie was straight and tucking my shirt-tail into my black slacks. 

 "No. Regular duty. Will be back around one o'clock."  I said , looking at his face in the mirror.

  "Oh. I'm going to sleep early tonight. So I'll be seeing you tomorrow."—Jimin said after a moment, glancing at my reflection.  He was busy dusting the room, wearing his favorite yellow cartoon character pajamas. His cell rang the next moment. He picked it up with the other hand, "Hey mama's boy,"

It was none other than Hoseok. 

  "Now? But why? You said you are cool with this new dance step… … No I don't have the recording… . Ice cream parlour? Now? Can we talk tomorrow?..... I'm really very tired right now. See you in the morning. Bye bye."

I was listening to their one-sided conversation while tying my shoelaces. Being overused, my grey Fila sneakers were worn out near the toe area, making it uncomfortable to wear in a posh nightclub like 'G-pub'. However it wouldn't be easily noticed from outside and another pair would cost almost a quarter of my salary. I had added this to my have-to-buy-when-I-get-the-payment list with a dozen other things. 

  "Hobi was clinging to me the whole day. I don't know what happened to him." —Jimin said as soon as he cut the call. "Did he tell you something?" 

  "Nope."  I shrugged, pretending to have no idea what it was about. I had suspected something, but it was their personal matter, so before coming to an imaginary conclusion and saying something that might create misunderstandings later, I decided that I should talk with Hoseok first. 

I was going to open the door, but hearing a knock at the same moment, my hand halted over the doorknob. 

  "Room number 375. Open up the door." —The knock was louder this time along with the familiar female voice—Miss Miyoung—our dormitory supervisor. Her round chubby face, with curly bangs around her eyes came to mind before she would come into my view. But the moment I opened the door, I found two brilliantly crafted eyes widening animatedly in ultimate surprise, and four of his long slender fingers covering his parted mouth in disbelief, making me almost jump. 

  "What the fu-" I somehow managed to control my tongue when the glaring lady beside the blue-velvet cake cleared her throat in a warning tone. 

F*ck! 

  "May I ask why you're here at this hour, Miss Miyoung?" Crossing my hands, I chewed each word out. But my heart was pounding. My sixth sense was stirring, alerting me that something bad was going to happen. 

And it did. 

  Miss Miyoung glanced at Taehyung and said— "This boy is newly admitted." [Like we did not know]  "And only this room had left a seat, so," [Oh no no no no]  "He is going to stay here."

Shit!

Taehyung, wearing the same blue shirt and jeans, smiled brightly looking at Jimin, but it faded the moment it met my darker orbs. 

  "Sorry, but we can't have a new roommate." I unfold my arms from where I’d crossed them over my chest, said looking uptight, "I have an objection."

  "File a complaint to the administration if you have objections, kid. Right now, he's going to stay here. And that's final." —Miss Miyoung roared.