Meets Yifan, your not really usual blonde Chinaman, living in an expensive apartment with a bratty housemate near the downtown. This is his diary (because real men admit they have diary instead of journal) contained fifty shades of fuckery he needed to deal everyday. Maybe not really a diary because it kind of remind him of diarrhea and this is written in 2nd POV.  ForewordIt was twenty past one in the morning when Yifan arrived at his shared apartment, drenched in his own sweat. His previously clean and dry white shirt was sticky and it felt like a second skin and there were some suspicious substance on the shirt as he inspected it closely but he could care less. He was tired and sleepy and it was freaking two in the morning for the love of God—there was no room to think about such a petty thing.Yifan fished out the key’s door from his pocket, and tried to put it inside the hole but failed. After several tries he finally made it and opened the door quietly. All the lights were off, including the one in their shared room—just as he had expected. He let out a sigh of relief, quietly closed the door and then tiptoed his way to their shared room while trying not to bump into anything. He didnt, thankfully and quietly opened the door. His roommate was sleeping on his own bed, and there was some drool near the corner of his mouth. He suppressed a giggle as he passed him, flopped down to his own bed and dozed off to dreamland without even bothering to change his sticky white shirt.Such a blissful night. ***Im still on midterm what the fuck am I doing here. Uh, anyway, this is my first try on writing english fanfic. English is not my first language so please bear with my weird naration T__T but its okay because this fic is already betad by the awesome swabluu. She seriously saved my face... and life. Literally. So, AFF. Give me your best shot and be honest of what you think about this fanfic!