Chapter 2 (1/1)

Seven Years Later, Present Day           Yongguk grunted as he set the last of his packed boxes into the near bare living room of his new house and shut the front door.  It had taken a while, but he had saved up more than enough money to buy a house of his own.  He had grown tired of living in the dorms of the university, it being part of his daily routine.  A routine he wanted to break out of.  So here he was, moving into his new house.                “That all of it?” Himchan asked, coming down the stairs.  He had taken Yongguk’s vinyl record player, stereo system, and vinyl records up to the spare bedroom upstairs.  Yongguk planned to make it into a kind of relaxation room, where he could just let go of everything for a couple hours, get away from the monotonous hum of his life.                “Yeah.  Thanks again, Himchan.”  The male waved off Yongguk’s thank you the tenth time that day.                “It’s no problem. I’m glad you’re doing this.”                Yongguk raised a brow.  He was glad? “Why?”                “You just looked… I don’t know, dead for a while.  Like you had no life left in you.  I mean I can understand why, after what happened with--,” Himchan stopped and seemed to switch gears mid sentence, making the elder frown.  “Mostly because you suck as a roommate.”  He finished jokingly.                 Before Yongguk could respond, chaos came bursting through his door.                “Hyung!  Nice place.” Jongup said, walking right past the owner of the house and toward the kitchen, a curious Daehyun following after him.  Yongguk counted the seconds that passed before he heard Daehyun’s outraged exclamation from the kitchen.  “Why is there no food in here!?”  Daehyun poked his head from the kitchen doorway, “Do you want me to starve, hyung?”                “I just moved in today.”  Yongguk said incredulously. He really should have expected this from the bottomless pit named Daehyun.                “And?”“You want food?  Go get something to eat, you bottomless pit.”  Yongguk chuckled at the boy’s pout.                Himchan cleared his throat, regaining the elder’s attention.  “I ha