[M] Roommates (1/1)

Joon sat at the small round table, his fingertips tapping out a tune on the finished wooden table top. As his fingers hit the walnut, his rings glistened in the sunlight shining through the large windows next to him. The light itself was intense but the darkness inside the cafe prevailed. It wasn’t the gloomy type of dimness, more so the comforting kind -- and with his current situation, Joon found it all the more so.Joon lifted a hand and adjusted his sunglasses by the arm, smiling a bit as some girls outside stare at him as they walk by. He pulled his phone from his pocket, unlocking the screen to check the time. He sighed upon reading the numbers then muttering to himself, “... Ten minutes late this time...” Joon rolled his eyes, moving to shove his phone in his pocket before he feels it vibrating. Highly irritated, he stayed frozen as he considers not answering the call. He then shrugged, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to do so, and raised the phone again to read the screen. When he realizes who it is he answers without any hesitation, quickly pulling the phone up and pressing it to his ear.“Hey, what’s up?” His face lit up as a smile slid across his cheeks, “That sounds horrible, I hope you’re not overworking yourself... Oh me? I’m just at this cafe downtown... Well yeah of course I miss you but it’s only been a day or two, silly... Yeah, I’m coming back today... I love you.”He hung up, the smile still on his lips as his bottom one finds it’s way between his teeth. He slid his fingertips over the screen, each gliding over the plastic slowly, eyes lingering on his wallpaper before his chest heaves to release a great sigh. He closed his eyes, picturing the person in his wallpaper sitting at the table across from him. After staying motionless for a brief moment his eyes pop open and he self-consciously looks around, then jamming the phone into his pocket once more. Joon propped his elbows up on the table, cradling his chin on his palms as he looks out the window yet again. Feeling a small hand against his shoulder, he flinches a bit, looking up to find Hyosung standing above him. “Hey, I’m sorry I’m late.” She steps over to her seat across from him, setting her purse in her lap and letting her usual gummy smile shine through. Joon grinned up at the woman in return, the brightness his smile once had now fading. “I got busy with some things at the studio and then the girls needed help cleaning a bit. I’m glad I moved out but I miss them, you know?” He was only half listening, his preoccupation obvious on his face and in his lack of response. After a small pause, he noticed that she’s stopped speaking, then shifted in his seat as he responded. “Maybe you should go back then if you miss them. And the company would be better for you than living in that place all by yourself.” Hyosung chewed her bottom lip after he’s quiet, and Joon took notice. Having spent quite a bit of time with her, he knew what that meant in this instant. ‘Oh god what is it this time?,’ he thinks, ‘do I even care?’Usually he would speak up and ask her what she wanted to say, but today he just remained silent, playing it off as if he hadn’t recognized the facial gesture. After a bit of calm, Hyosung spoke once again, still cheerful and upbeat. She let out a small giggle, shaking her head as she did. “But you know, if I move back in there, I can’t have anyone else stay with me. The rooms are shared and it would be suspicious if someone (She emphasized ‘someone’) was spotted exiting the Secret dorm.” ‘Was that supposed to be a hint?,’ Joon almost asks out loud. Joon has had this conversation with her more than once before but as the topic continued coming up, it was getting harder to come up with excuses. The man decides to play dumb this time, considering it his best option. ‘I mean, everyone thinks I’m an idiot anyway, right?’He lets out an exaggerated gasp, fighting the urge to roll his eyes before he speaks, “Who?” He slips in a playful chuckle and a smile, angling his head to the perfect degree to make the whole act appear more genuine. Hyosung slumped in her chair a little, her mouth wide open as she does so, her sunglasses flopping to the point they almost fall off, “You really don’t-...” She lifted her hand and slapped it against her forehead, then laughing a little, “It’s okay, forget about it.” She sits up in her chair again, shrugging her shoulders a few times and making some silly faces simultaneously. He smiles when she does this, feeling a bit of guilt rip at his chest, ‘She really is a cute girl.’He raises a hand, reaches across the table and pinches her cheek gently, this causing her to stop and let an expression of happiness shine through. He observed the look upon her face, the guilt once eating away at him subsiding. After dropping Hyosung a few blocks from her apartment, Joon takes off, deciding not to go right back home as he had planned. He needed to think, to sort out all his mental clutter. Driving for a few short minutes, he inhaled, then exhaled again hastily. The car still smells of her and he found it annoying. He opened the window despite the biting, frosty air outside, finding comfort in the dilution of her scent. He then arrived at an empty parking lot to some store that had closed its doors just recently, taking a spot far from the building. Here, he undid his seatbelt, slumping in his chair and rolling both windows up. Joon tugs his phone from his pocket, playing with the rubbery plastic case as the screen lights up, a text coming into view. Upon reading it Joon bursted into laughter, quickly swiping his finger across the screen to send a reply. He let out a sigh, his mood having been lifted with this simple happening, car now turned back on and seatbelt clicking into place. He throws his phone into the passenger’s seat before he pulls off, determined to make it back before he's sleeping... schedule willing, of course.-----

After having practically trampled the guard on his way in, Joon pulled the door open to the dorm shared by he and the other members of MBLAQ, tripping his way out of his shoes. Mir being the one he’d spotted first, he throws his arms around the man, swaying with the hug then pulling back with this signature smile. “I missed you,” Mir opened his mouth to answer, his own lips in a smile still as he’s cut off, “Where is he?”

Mir then laughed, pointing down the hall to a door. then using that same hand to pat Joon’s shoulder, “I think he’s sleeping though. Maybe go easy on him? You know we’ve been busy these pa-...” His voice trailed off as his eyes were now on Joon’s back, watching as the man sprints down the hallway.Once at the door, Joon froze, panting and flushed and heart racing. He ran his hand over his hair and smoothed the wrinkles from his clothing, suddenly conscious of his appearance before he enters this room. He checked his breath, fixed his clothes yet again and after taking a deep inhale and a moment to laugh at how ridiculous he’s being, finally opened the door. Leaning forward enough to take a look around, what he found was a lit room, his leader lying on the bed they now shared, his own still made from months prior. Seungho was fast asleep, ipad lying by his face still proped up, a sign of his having been on it until his final moment of consciousness. Joon slipped inside the doorway, pushing the door closed carefully to be sure not to wake him. He then makes his way around the bed, steps light, collapsing to his knees to be eye level with his hyung. His hand lifts, intently inspecting Seungho’s sleeping features as the backs of his fingers brush against his cheek. He’s perfectly content in that moment, not caring how badly he’d thought about showing the older man how much he’d missed him, how much he’d wanted him seated in his lap with skin coated in a thin layer of sweat, panting and moaning and--Before he could resist, his exhaustion won the battle and he too fell victim to slumber, his cheek against the bed and arm staying outstretched.