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Really- this whole ordeal was all on Chan. He knew what he was getting into. Well, more like he didn’t know what he was getting into, but in the end all that matters is that his new roommate is supposed to arrive today at 3 pm and he couldn’t be more stressed. Currently it was 2:47 pm and the seconds ticked louder and louder in Chan’s head, leaving him frazzled, pacing around his living room with a mildly confused Changbin eating chips on the couch.
“So... why am I here again? I mean it’s cool- your place always has the best snacks, but you don’t particularly like inviting me or Jisung over.”
“That’s because you guys end up eating all my snacks. Like you are right now- and really? You had to take the sour cream and onion?”
Changbin popped a chip into his mouth and crunched. “Other people are allowed to like the same flavours as you!” he pointed out, undeterred by the glare Chan shot at him.
With a sigh, Chan plopped onto the couch and took the bag from Changbin, who whined. He began munching on his stolen-now-reclaimed chips. “Remember how I said I was looking for a new roommate?”
“Yeah. Haven’t you been searching for one for like, two months??”
Chan nodded. “A whole two months of receiving applications on craigslist, filing out definite weirdos, then setting up interviews with people, eliminating more weirdos only to find out that my parents were right. Never use craigslist unless you want to end up murdered by a psychopath.” Chan could still hear his mom’s words echoing in his mind.
“Sounds rough.”
“Yeah So last week I said, ‘Fuck it. The next time someone contacts me about moving in, I’m just accepting them without looking at anything.’ Which, at the time, seemed fine- because my income isn’t really paying the bills anymore and I was that desperate. But now, this person is supposed to be here in,” He checked his watch. “10 minutes, and I’m really regretting not asking any questions.”
For a minute, Changbin just watched his older friend stare at the door, bouncing his leg, a habit he noticed the older had when he was extremely nervous. “Do you even know the new guy's name?”
“Lee Minho. Or at least, that’s what he said.”
“Have a little faith, hyung. I’m sure he won’t turn out to be that bad.” Changbin patted his friend on the shoulder, doing his best to reassure the elder “And don’t worry, you chose the right person to be your bodyguard.”
“Yeah, if the dude’s five feet”, the elder snickered.
“Hey!”
Right as Changbin snatched a pillow to hit the blonde, three sharp knocks came from the front door.
Chan’s eyes widened, quickly checking his watch. “Fuck, he’s early. Why is he early?!” Jumping from the couch, he began to pace again not quite ready to face whoever was on the other side.
“Hyung, relax. Do you want me to open the door?” Changbin did his best to sound comforting, but a tinge of amusement came through in his voice. It was rare to see Chan so uncomposed, but he was perfectly fine basking in this moment, sure to be used as future emotional blackmail.
“No, it’s fine. Just make sure to at least get a good look at the guy if he actually does end up attacking me.” With a deep breath, he made his way to the door.
“No promises, the moment I see blood, I’m booking it out of here. Not my problem.” There was a second round of knocking.
“Coming!” Chan flipped off Changbin and unlocked the door. Soon after opening the door, Chan was faced with an unexpected sight.
In front of him stood a young man with wide eyes, seemingly caught off guard by the sudden motion, though he wasn’t the only one surprised. Chan knew a pretty boy when he saw one, and 90% of the time those interactions never ended in his favor. Chocolate brown hair messily parted through the middle framed a round face holding a light sheen of sweat. He was around the same height as Chan and while his clothing was plain, his looks were far from it. Chan was, to say the least, floored. This man was gorgeous. How could someone merely standing have such a strong presence? Maybe he was a model? With a warm smile and extended hand, the man began to speak.
“Hi, my name’s Lee Minho, I’m here to move in.”
Chan returned the gesture and opened the door wider for the other to make his way in. “Right, I’m Bang Chan. Uh, come in, take a seat.” As many times as Chan welcomed people into his place, he never really knew how he was supposed to do it. He just hoped the other couldn’t tell how nervous he was.
“Does… anyone else live here? I thought the listing said it was just one person.”
Oh fuck . Changbin was still here. Still eating all his sour cream and onion chips, now staring at the two in the entry. Minho turns back to Chan expectantly while all Changbin can do is laugh silently at how wrong Chan’s assumptions were.
“Oh, no. No, sorry for the confusion. That’s my friend Changbin. You’ll be seeing him often.” Changbin gives Minho a friendly wave which grants a smile in return.
“Ah, okay.”
They settled into the couch and Chan found that it was really easy to make conversation with Minho. The boy was apparently a 3rd year dance major working as a receptionist at a local dance company.
“We have a few friends in your department but I’ve never seen you when I drop by.” Changbin mentioned.
“That’s probably because we go to different universities. Mine’s the one down on Walnut that specializes in the arts.”
“Ah yeah, that makes sense, me and Chan are from JYP.” Chan was impressed to say the least. The university Minho attended was extremely hard to get into, even more so as a dance major. Had it not been for the lack of business courses, Chan would’ve gone there too.
Getting to know each other had calmed Chan down immensely when he realized Minho wasn’t some crazy psycho. Maybe Chan needs to lay off the midnight horror movie sessions. After showing Minho the place, they were able to discuss living arrangements and payment. Changbin had left just before they finished discussing rent, saying his goodbyes to the both.
“It was nice meeting you Minho, I’ll see you around sometime.”
“Yeah, same to you.”
“And Chan?”
“Yeah?”
“Told you so.” Before Chan could yell anything back, he shut the door with a cheeky grin and wink. Sometimes Chan questions why he chose Changbin of all people to worry with, but he knew Jisung wouldn’t have been any better. All he could do now was shake his head at his friend's antics.
“Does this look good to you? Anything else you wanna add or fix?”
“Looks good to me, roommate.” Both grinned at the title. Chan had his fair share of roommates, not all panning out so great, but he had a good feeling about Minho. Maybe it was because every subtle smile the other gave him made his heart beat just a little faster, but those were minor details.