R O O M M A T E S

1

You panicked as you listened to Jungkook's footsteps approaching the laundry room, where he'd heard you cursing your mouth off earlier.

You looked around yourself for anything to cover up the hideous boxers that covered your lower body.

But there was nothing other than laundry detergent and dryer sheets on the empty shelves.

Shit. Jungkook was gonna kill you.

So you did the only logical thing left to do.

Block the door.

Just before Jungkook could open the door and catch you fooling around in his favorite boxers, you slammed the door shut.

The laundry room didn't have a lock on the door, so you stood in front of it, leaning all your weight against the door.

Jungkook was gonna be so pissed.

You smiled evilly at the thought.

"Y/N? Why are you in there?" He asked, knocking on the door.

You flinched at the sound, and laughed nervously.

"I'm just, uh, you know. Laundrying." You made up a word and Jungkook chuckled, before trying to open the door.

"Come on, Y/N. I'm hungry. Make some food." He whined, and you cursed under your breath.

"I'll open it myself, then." He said, and with one push, the door flung open, flinging you across the laundry room.

"Goddamnit, Jeon Jungkook!" You screamed, annoyed at how he used his strength to his advantage.

He just looked at you. Specifically, the bottom half of you.

"Why the hell are you wearing my boxers?" He asked, walking over to you and pinching the material between his fingers.

"It was your turn for laundry, dumbass." You hissed, shoving him away from you.

He laughed, shaking his head.

"Alright, fine. Come on, I'm hungry." He said, taking your hand and dragging you out of the laundry room.

"You look cute, Noona." He said, and you nearly tripped over your own socked feet.

"Don't call me that. I told you, it makes me feel old." You complained as he led you into the kitchen.

"You're only 23." He said, and you cringed at the sound of your age rolling off his tongue.

"22 in America." You reminded.

"Whatever. I want a blueberry scone." He said, and you scoffed.

"Does it look like I know how to make blueberry scones?" You asked, and Jungkook's face fell.

"Fine. I'll buy you breakfast. Go get ready." You said, and he straightened up, smiling.

"Hurry, I have class later." You said, and Jungkook nodded, running to his room.

You sighed, following after him less enthusiastically.

What outfit went well with red and black plaid boxers?

-

You went to Seoul National University, and got accepted into the most prestigious 8 year medicine program that was offered in all of South Korea.

Thanks to the crappy boarding, you landed with Jeon Jungkook, the world's biggest idiot.

It wasn't all bad though, the kid was nice most of the time, unless you pissed him off.