[fic] Scut Hamsters (chapter 3)
Title: Scut Hamsters
Pairing: Jaemin (main), Jaechun
Author: umeboshi_heart
Warning: some WTFs in the latter chapters
Rating: PG 13- R
Summary: Just another campus life story.
CHAPTER 3
The thing is, I love the color of Yoochun's skin.
It's not that I hate tanned people (I love Beyonce, okay?) but when one of them suddenly pops out in front of the bathroom door as a replacement of my milk colored Yoochun, it freaks me out.
I mean, there I suppose to see Yoochun and his beautiful neck trailed by drops of water from the tip of his newly washed hair, and not that smelly forensic guy who resembles a withered tree - scrawny, awkward and a pain in the eyes, wearing a totally out-of-fashioned glasses and square patterned shirt.
So I scream and lash him a pillow, causing him to jump in surprise and drop the towel from his shoulder.
"Why the hell are you here!!???" I bawl in shock and annoyance, as if he’s some kind of bacteria.
The guy nervously picks his towel and brushes it over his wet hair, scared but trying to look at me in the eyes as if he’s not a disaster of my morning. "I... I'm your new roommate..." his voice is barely audible, and, compare to Yoochun, higher in key.
"New roommate!? I already have a roommate!!"
"Oh... “ He looks lost and confuse. “But the dorm keeper-"
"Don’t you have your own room!?”
"I have… but it gets renovated so-"
"That's none of my business!” I just can’t control myself from cutting his line, my emotion is labile (I don’t remember having a stable emotion actually), I hate slow-reacted people and his pathetic look doesn’t make me feel any better. I suppose to see Yoochun and not him. “My friend is here and you're not going to take his space as you like!"
"B-but... Where should I..."
I glance around and notice that he has unpacked some of his belongings from some of the… uh…. rag looking suitcases, and even dare to place his white suit (don’t say it was the one that he wore while doing autopsy yesterday!) on Yoochun’s pillow. On Yoochun’s pillow!! Okay, not exactly his, but still!
"Repack your things and go talk to the dorm keeper for another room!"
"Oh, okay okay..." He rushes in panic to do as I order, but immediately pauses and knits his eyebrows while staring at the wall clock.
"What are you waiting for!?"
"Uhm… won't you be late for ward hours?" He reminds, innocently.
"Shit!!" I jump from my bed too sudden, forgetting the hangover. My vision swirls and I feel like blood drains from my head, but willpower and anger conquer everything that I force myself to walk towards the bathroom.
"Hey! Are you okay? I have aspirin…" He frets.
"Don't mind me and just pack your bag, you'll leave at lunch break!" I slam the bathroom’s door close angrily, only to slam it open again after some nanoseconds. "Fuck! The bathroom has your rotten frog’s smell!”
"S-sorry… there are my clothes that I wore yesterday ..."
“Seriously, haven't you had enough pissing me off!?"
He hastily brings a plastic bag to wrap his clothes, looking kind of guilty. I hook a wash basin from under the sink with my toe and kick it to his direction, pointing it with my chin. “There, put those there.”
“Eh?”
“Hurry up!”
"Oh… Okay... " He does as I told, putting his smelly clothes into the basin.
Why is he so slow!? Hopefully he won’t be here for more than a day, because there’s no way I’ll be able to dwell in this kind of mess every freakin’ day. Besides I’m pretty sure that other forensic scuts don’t smell this bad, why only him?
Luckily Yoochun is a man of sanitary, so guess what; he has a big bottle of chlorine in our bathroom to save the day. So I grab the bottle and pour its content generously (and furiously) over the smelly clothes.
"H-hyung! You should dilute that first..."
"No need! This shit is too infectious!" Why does he use honorific anyway?
Ignoring his hopeless stare at the thick chlorine soaked clothes (what’s wrong with it? Isn’t it good to be disinfected!?), I look for my perfume -mine, to make sure that it smells the way I approve, and spray it all over him and to the air. He only wrinkles his nose without protesting.
“Now go away, I need a shower! And don’t forget, this afternoon I don’t want to see you here again!”
*
*
In the end I finished my case presentation halfheartedly and had a whole class attacked me with their insignificant queries and objections, and I could only scoff and uttered an annoyed apology as a reply. An annoyed apology means, rolled my eyes or shrugged while saying, “well sorry, how the hell I suppose to know!?”
I don’t know how much I got for such terrible performance. But who cares? I can’t even think of how to continue my life for the next 3 months without Yoochun.
It’s only the first day yet I already realize how terrible this is. I can go ranting about things that had happened between me, some residents and some patients in the ward this morning, but believe me, they weren’t interesting.
…….. okay I tell you some. The professor dragged us for a discussion about bone malignancies and Yoochun wasn’t there to whisper me some answers, so I got paperwork as a result from some stupidities. I forgot to bring a flashlight and couldn’t borrow Yoochun’s. I kept failing to draw the arterial blood, a fat nurse scolded me, I scolded her back, we fought, I called her ‘fatso’ and received a warning from a consultant plus a 30 minutes tutorial session about the manner of a doctor.
I want to cry.
So here I am, at the cafeteria, staring blankly at how my milk tea forms spirals when being stirred, while propping my head against my elbow.
“Jae!” a guy called me. I don’t have to turn around to see his face, knowing exactly whose voice it is.
“Hey. You look terrible.” He comments and sits in front of me as if empathizing towards my condition, snapping his eyes wide and grinning like a cocker spaniel.
“Of all people I should meet today. Why. You. Junsu. “
I turn my head to the side, avoiding his nerve-rending sugary face. This guy is Yoochun’s friend -okay he said he was my friend too but I just couldn’t admit it- and out of the things he loves, the top two are Mexican soap opera and prying at other people’s business.
“I heard that Shim Changmin gets into your room.” He said enthusiastically.
“You mean the rotten frog-scented withered tree?”
He bursts out laughing an irritating ‘eu kyang kyang’ while clapping his hands euphorically like a circus monkey. Apparently my metaphor entertains him that much.
“Last Saturday he handled his friend’s share of gooey green balls, just because he got paid and the sunbaes didn’t care. If I’m not mistaken, three bodies in a row. No wonder he smelled that bad afterward.”
I slurp my milk tea, showing a blatant disinterest but as expected he can’t catch my body message.
“Anyway, you know what my fellow psychiatry pals were fussing about?” He asked again.
“Nah.”
“They were comparing your personality to his and predicted that a mind blowing event will occur during this year!”
“Sorry, no can do, will get rid of him soon.”
“But why? You’ll get plenty of benefits!” He leans forward and I quickly pull away from his toxic stare. “You can even pay him to do your night duties, but be careful of the residents…”
I drop my head to the table, mumbling “I just want Yoochun.”
“Oh, it’s him. Changmiiiinn!!!”
Good. I haven’t finished my milk tea. I'm not ready for a certain smell.
I see him waving cheerfully to Junsu, a bread is in his hand. He doesn’t notice me at first but right when he does, I shot him with the most unfriendly glare I can pull from my already piqued face.
His happy smile falters in an instant and the bread slips.
“Have you talked to the dorm keeper!?” I interrogate, threatening to mutilate him with my eyes.
“Uhm…” He looks kind of baffled as always. “The dorm keeper said… there’s no more room…”
Somehow it’s expected. I groan loudly, blaming my frustration to him. “Then why can’t you live in the street or somewhere!?”
He jerks again. Well, he jerks a lot, do I have that much of a shocking volume?
I gather my books and leave the two peace-wreckers, heading to the dormitory area. There will be some discussions with professors in the next hours but I feel like skipping, after all I don’t feel like pulling a wide slime grin to suck ass, not until I have my peaceful room free from any outsider. So I guess I should talk to the dorm keeper myself.
I knock the dorm keeper’s room impatiently, panting from running straight from the hospital’s cafeteria. A middle aged lady opened the door, staring at me from behind the gleaming eyeglasses with distaste drawn on her face. Come to think of it, this is the first time I see our dorm keeper.
She gives a sign to come in and I follow her, still with my hand resting on the waist (again, Yoochun isn’t here to tell me that it’s not polite)
“Why do I get a new guy in my room?” I ask without waiting for the ‘may I help you’ procedure.
“I assume you’re Kim Jaejoong, room 313.” She knows. I guess the withered tree did come for another room.
“Yes.”
She takes a big notebook and let out a long, tired sigh.
“Listen. Some kids in building C are having their rooms renovated, and we’re moving them to the rooms with only one kid each. So you’re not the only one who gets a new roommate. Some even get two persons.”
“But I already have a roommate!”
“My note says that your roommate, Park Yoochun, will be leaving for 3 months…”
“Yes, 3 months, not forever! What will happen when he comes back?” I insist.
“Don’t worry, they will have finished the renovation by then, he can get one of those new rooms.”
Nooooooooooooo!!!!!
“There is really, really no other room???”
“No. And ever since you were admitted to this dorm, there was already a rule that you can’t decide such things. Sorry.”
I drop my jaw and walk heavily towards the exit door, clenching fist, sequence of ‘HeyBitchGoSuckGoat’sDick’ is in the tip of my tongue. She follows behind my back, probably to make sure that I close the door properly.
“Oh, by the way, you know why Shim Changmin ends up there?” She asks right after I’m completely out of her room. “Because the other kids came to me and screamed their lung out about the hell of being placed with you.”
And she slams the door.
…………………………………………………THAT MANNERLESS WENCH!!!
*
*
I spent the rest of the day in cafeteria, library, (I do study, hey! Now I can go rambling about the operation procedures for those who born without ass holes - atresia ani, one of the most disastrous handicap in life, I mean… how they fuck?), checking out dudes in basketball court, and end up here, walking around dormitory garden with Fuwa, a yellow cat that often pops here out of nowhere. I once gave her anchovies and she plasters to me ever since, makes me wonder how peaceful the world will be if all people behave like Fuwa, can be easily bribed with anchovies.
“Fuwa… will Yoochun come back here before going to Japan?”
“Meow.” She answers with such ancient code I can’t decipher.
“I miss him… and this new roommate doesn’t give me any help…”
“Meooww.”
“Oh Fuwa. You’re the only one who loves me in this goddamn campus for Yetis…. especially since I knew that Yoochun doesn’t.”
“Meooww.”
“Yoochun doesn’t love me!! Yoochun will leave me!! Then why the hell I keep being here?? To be turned into Yeti?? I hate you, Fuwa! You’re a big fat greedy BITCH!!”
Bored with Fuwa, I feel like wanting to pee, so I wave her away as gentle as I can (I don't want to hurt her feeling. Or have I?) and return to my room.
To see the smelly frog, in the bathroom, squatting next to the wash basin, examining his white suit that we soaked this morning…
…which had turned all bulk and yellow.
Oops.
Now I see why he said that the chlorine should be diluted first.
"Oh..." he looks kind of surprise with my sudden appearance, but trying to pull a welcoming smile. "You finish early... " Maybe he thinks he can change my mind by acting all forgiving. Bleh.
"Get out. I want to pee."
He immediately lifts the basin and does as I told. As he walks pass me I realize that he doesn’t smell too bad today, well actually not at all… wait… he wears perfume at the bed time?
Freak.
Anyway, peeing does bring me a peace of mind, a bit. Maybe the tension throughout the day was indeed due to my bladder? What am I, elderly?
I get out from the toilet and drag my slipper lazily towards my bed, while burning a fiery gaze to his back on the way. Unfortunately he is too absorbed to his laptop -the thick, heavy, old kind- typing something.
I peek from over his shoulders and notice that he’s doing some literature about personality disorders.
"So you analyze the corpse's personality?" I comment half humiliatingly, knowing he must be doing other people's work.
"Oh, This is-"
"Never mind, not my business anyway."
I decided to read something to make me sleepy, so I lay on my bed and I fumble over Yoochun’s book collections next to it; between ‘Why Men Marry Bitches’ by Sherry Argov and ‘Doctors’ by Erich Segal, I choose ‘Why Men Marry Bitches’.
"Is there something bothering your mind? You look kinda tense today..." Out of the blue he asked incredulously.
I flip my book, gawking. "TENSE!? I'm not tense, I'm furious!! Furious and brokenhearted! I fall in love with my BFF with benefits and have my confession rejected and he dumped me and you appear out of nowhere in his place, SMELLY!!”
He’s speechless at my sudden outburst for a while, but somehow comes up with bargaining attempt. "Oh… you… you must be sad-“
“FURIOUS!”
“O-okay, furious. But listen, actually I’ve browsed some short jokes for you, maybe this can cheer you up a bit. May I read it? This is really funny.” He shot a hopeful, glistening stare.
I almost faint at his bluntness and can only lift my hand in defeat. “Read it.”
“A girl was crying in the corner. A man decided to approach her, ‘Sweetie, why are you crying?’ ‘I lost my cat…’ she said, still crying. ‘Do you want me to announce it on the newspaper?’ ‘No need sir, my cat doesn’t read.’”
……………………… I throw him my book. Hard.
“YOU CALL THAT A JOKE!?”
Unfortunately he manages to duck my attack; his face flusters miserably. “I-I still have another one!”
“Save it! I’d rather sleep!”
“Hyung…” He looks down guiltily, massaging the tip of his fingers. “I promise I'll move as soon as the renovation finish."
I roll my eyes, pull the blanket to my chin and flip to one side, facing him with my back. “You call people with honorific?”
“Well, I usually a year younger than most people in the same year, I got into elementary earlier than others.”
Usually kids like that are quite smart, right? Maybe Junsu’s right, he won’t be such a useless after all. Seeing my ignorance, he continues to type. Then I realize that his keyboard makes a disturbing clack clack noises.
"Can't you type more quietly?"
"Oh... okay.."
clack clack clack clack clack He types more slowly, not more quietly.
"Still noisy. I can't sleep."
"I’ll try a music, okay." A soft tune is played from his laptop, It's an old J-pop song, I've heard once a long time ago. "Can you sleep with this?"
"Better. Who's that?"
"Spitz."
Luckily, that tune really helps me sleep in peace.
[to be continued]
Pairing: Jaemin (main), Jaechun
Author: umeboshi_heart
Warning: some WTFs in the latter chapters
Rating: PG 13- R
Summary: Just another campus life story.
CHAPTER 3
The thing is, I love the color of Yoochun's skin.
It's not that I hate tanned people (I love Beyonce, okay?) but when one of them suddenly pops out in front of the bathroom door as a replacement of my milk colored Yoochun, it freaks me out.
I mean, there I suppose to see Yoochun and his beautiful neck trailed by drops of water from the tip of his newly washed hair, and not that smelly forensic guy who resembles a withered tree - scrawny, awkward and a pain in the eyes, wearing a totally out-of-fashioned glasses and square patterned shirt.
So I scream and lash him a pillow, causing him to jump in surprise and drop the towel from his shoulder.
"Why the hell are you here!!???" I bawl in shock and annoyance, as if he’s some kind of bacteria.
The guy nervously picks his towel and brushes it over his wet hair, scared but trying to look at me in the eyes as if he’s not a disaster of my morning. "I... I'm your new roommate..." his voice is barely audible, and, compare to Yoochun, higher in key.
"New roommate!? I already have a roommate!!"
"Oh... “ He looks lost and confuse. “But the dorm keeper-"
"Don’t you have your own room!?”
"I have… but it gets renovated so-"
"That's none of my business!” I just can’t control myself from cutting his line, my emotion is labile (I don’t remember having a stable emotion actually), I hate slow-reacted people and his pathetic look doesn’t make me feel any better. I suppose to see Yoochun and not him. “My friend is here and you're not going to take his space as you like!"
"B-but... Where should I..."
I glance around and notice that he has unpacked some of his belongings from some of the… uh…. rag looking suitcases, and even dare to place his white suit (don’t say it was the one that he wore while doing autopsy yesterday!) on Yoochun’s pillow. On Yoochun’s pillow!! Okay, not exactly his, but still!
"Repack your things and go talk to the dorm keeper for another room!"
"Oh, okay okay..." He rushes in panic to do as I order, but immediately pauses and knits his eyebrows while staring at the wall clock.
"What are you waiting for!?"
"Uhm… won't you be late for ward hours?" He reminds, innocently.
"Shit!!" I jump from my bed too sudden, forgetting the hangover. My vision swirls and I feel like blood drains from my head, but willpower and anger conquer everything that I force myself to walk towards the bathroom.
"Hey! Are you okay? I have aspirin…" He frets.
"Don't mind me and just pack your bag, you'll leave at lunch break!" I slam the bathroom’s door close angrily, only to slam it open again after some nanoseconds. "Fuck! The bathroom has your rotten frog’s smell!”
"S-sorry… there are my clothes that I wore yesterday ..."
“Seriously, haven't you had enough pissing me off!?"
He hastily brings a plastic bag to wrap his clothes, looking kind of guilty. I hook a wash basin from under the sink with my toe and kick it to his direction, pointing it with my chin. “There, put those there.”
“Eh?”
“Hurry up!”
"Oh… Okay... " He does as I told, putting his smelly clothes into the basin.
Why is he so slow!? Hopefully he won’t be here for more than a day, because there’s no way I’ll be able to dwell in this kind of mess every freakin’ day. Besides I’m pretty sure that other forensic scuts don’t smell this bad, why only him?
Luckily Yoochun is a man of sanitary, so guess what; he has a big bottle of chlorine in our bathroom to save the day. So I grab the bottle and pour its content generously (and furiously) over the smelly clothes.
"H-hyung! You should dilute that first..."
"No need! This shit is too infectious!" Why does he use honorific anyway?
Ignoring his hopeless stare at the thick chlorine soaked clothes (what’s wrong with it? Isn’t it good to be disinfected!?), I look for my perfume -mine, to make sure that it smells the way I approve, and spray it all over him and to the air. He only wrinkles his nose without protesting.
“Now go away, I need a shower! And don’t forget, this afternoon I don’t want to see you here again!”
*
*
In the end I finished my case presentation halfheartedly and had a whole class attacked me with their insignificant queries and objections, and I could only scoff and uttered an annoyed apology as a reply. An annoyed apology means, rolled my eyes or shrugged while saying, “well sorry, how the hell I suppose to know!?”
I don’t know how much I got for such terrible performance. But who cares? I can’t even think of how to continue my life for the next 3 months without Yoochun.
It’s only the first day yet I already realize how terrible this is. I can go ranting about things that had happened between me, some residents and some patients in the ward this morning, but believe me, they weren’t interesting.
…….. okay I tell you some. The professor dragged us for a discussion about bone malignancies and Yoochun wasn’t there to whisper me some answers, so I got paperwork as a result from some stupidities. I forgot to bring a flashlight and couldn’t borrow Yoochun’s. I kept failing to draw the arterial blood, a fat nurse scolded me, I scolded her back, we fought, I called her ‘fatso’ and received a warning from a consultant plus a 30 minutes tutorial session about the manner of a doctor.
I want to cry.
So here I am, at the cafeteria, staring blankly at how my milk tea forms spirals when being stirred, while propping my head against my elbow.
“Jae!” a guy called me. I don’t have to turn around to see his face, knowing exactly whose voice it is.
“Hey. You look terrible.” He comments and sits in front of me as if empathizing towards my condition, snapping his eyes wide and grinning like a cocker spaniel.
“Of all people I should meet today. Why. You. Junsu. “
I turn my head to the side, avoiding his nerve-rending sugary face. This guy is Yoochun’s friend -okay he said he was my friend too but I just couldn’t admit it- and out of the things he loves, the top two are Mexican soap opera and prying at other people’s business.
“I heard that Shim Changmin gets into your room.” He said enthusiastically.
“You mean the rotten frog-scented withered tree?”
He bursts out laughing an irritating ‘eu kyang kyang’ while clapping his hands euphorically like a circus monkey. Apparently my metaphor entertains him that much.
“Last Saturday he handled his friend’s share of gooey green balls, just because he got paid and the sunbaes didn’t care. If I’m not mistaken, three bodies in a row. No wonder he smelled that bad afterward.”
I slurp my milk tea, showing a blatant disinterest but as expected he can’t catch my body message.
“Anyway, you know what my fellow psychiatry pals were fussing about?” He asked again.
“Nah.”
“They were comparing your personality to his and predicted that a mind blowing event will occur during this year!”
“Sorry, no can do, will get rid of him soon.”
“But why? You’ll get plenty of benefits!” He leans forward and I quickly pull away from his toxic stare. “You can even pay him to do your night duties, but be careful of the residents…”
I drop my head to the table, mumbling “I just want Yoochun.”
“Oh, it’s him. Changmiiiinn!!!”
Good. I haven’t finished my milk tea. I'm not ready for a certain smell.
I see him waving cheerfully to Junsu, a bread is in his hand. He doesn’t notice me at first but right when he does, I shot him with the most unfriendly glare I can pull from my already piqued face.
His happy smile falters in an instant and the bread slips.
“Have you talked to the dorm keeper!?” I interrogate, threatening to mutilate him with my eyes.
“Uhm…” He looks kind of baffled as always. “The dorm keeper said… there’s no more room…”
Somehow it’s expected. I groan loudly, blaming my frustration to him. “Then why can’t you live in the street or somewhere!?”
He jerks again. Well, he jerks a lot, do I have that much of a shocking volume?
I gather my books and leave the two peace-wreckers, heading to the dormitory area. There will be some discussions with professors in the next hours but I feel like skipping, after all I don’t feel like pulling a wide slime grin to suck ass, not until I have my peaceful room free from any outsider. So I guess I should talk to the dorm keeper myself.
I knock the dorm keeper’s room impatiently, panting from running straight from the hospital’s cafeteria. A middle aged lady opened the door, staring at me from behind the gleaming eyeglasses with distaste drawn on her face. Come to think of it, this is the first time I see our dorm keeper.
She gives a sign to come in and I follow her, still with my hand resting on the waist (again, Yoochun isn’t here to tell me that it’s not polite)
“Why do I get a new guy in my room?” I ask without waiting for the ‘may I help you’ procedure.
“I assume you’re Kim Jaejoong, room 313.” She knows. I guess the withered tree did come for another room.
“Yes.”
She takes a big notebook and let out a long, tired sigh.
“Listen. Some kids in building C are having their rooms renovated, and we’re moving them to the rooms with only one kid each. So you’re not the only one who gets a new roommate. Some even get two persons.”
“But I already have a roommate!”
“My note says that your roommate, Park Yoochun, will be leaving for 3 months…”
“Yes, 3 months, not forever! What will happen when he comes back?” I insist.
“Don’t worry, they will have finished the renovation by then, he can get one of those new rooms.”
Nooooooooooooo!!!!!
“There is really, really no other room???”
“No. And ever since you were admitted to this dorm, there was already a rule that you can’t decide such things. Sorry.”
I drop my jaw and walk heavily towards the exit door, clenching fist, sequence of ‘HeyBitchGoSuckGoat’sDick’ is in the tip of my tongue. She follows behind my back, probably to make sure that I close the door properly.
“Oh, by the way, you know why Shim Changmin ends up there?” She asks right after I’m completely out of her room. “Because the other kids came to me and screamed their lung out about the hell of being placed with you.”
And she slams the door.
…………………………………………………THAT MANNERLESS WENCH!!!
*
*
I spent the rest of the day in cafeteria, library, (I do study, hey! Now I can go rambling about the operation procedures for those who born without ass holes - atresia ani, one of the most disastrous handicap in life, I mean… how they fuck?), checking out dudes in basketball court, and end up here, walking around dormitory garden with Fuwa, a yellow cat that often pops here out of nowhere. I once gave her anchovies and she plasters to me ever since, makes me wonder how peaceful the world will be if all people behave like Fuwa, can be easily bribed with anchovies.
“Fuwa… will Yoochun come back here before going to Japan?”
“Meow.” She answers with such ancient code I can’t decipher.
“I miss him… and this new roommate doesn’t give me any help…”
“Meooww.”
“Oh Fuwa. You’re the only one who loves me in this goddamn campus for Yetis…. especially since I knew that Yoochun doesn’t.”
“Meooww.”
“Yoochun doesn’t love me!! Yoochun will leave me!! Then why the hell I keep being here?? To be turned into Yeti?? I hate you, Fuwa! You’re a big fat greedy BITCH!!”
Bored with Fuwa, I feel like wanting to pee, so I wave her away as gentle as I can (I don't want to hurt her feeling. Or have I?) and return to my room.
To see the smelly frog, in the bathroom, squatting next to the wash basin, examining his white suit that we soaked this morning…
…which had turned all bulk and yellow.
Oops.
Now I see why he said that the chlorine should be diluted first.
"Oh..." he looks kind of surprise with my sudden appearance, but trying to pull a welcoming smile. "You finish early... " Maybe he thinks he can change my mind by acting all forgiving. Bleh.
"Get out. I want to pee."
He immediately lifts the basin and does as I told. As he walks pass me I realize that he doesn’t smell too bad today, well actually not at all… wait… he wears perfume at the bed time?
Freak.
Anyway, peeing does bring me a peace of mind, a bit. Maybe the tension throughout the day was indeed due to my bladder? What am I, elderly?
I get out from the toilet and drag my slipper lazily towards my bed, while burning a fiery gaze to his back on the way. Unfortunately he is too absorbed to his laptop -the thick, heavy, old kind- typing something.
I peek from over his shoulders and notice that he’s doing some literature about personality disorders.
"So you analyze the corpse's personality?" I comment half humiliatingly, knowing he must be doing other people's work.
"Oh, This is-"
"Never mind, not my business anyway."
I decided to read something to make me sleepy, so I lay on my bed and I fumble over Yoochun’s book collections next to it; between ‘Why Men Marry Bitches’ by Sherry Argov and ‘Doctors’ by Erich Segal, I choose ‘Why Men Marry Bitches’.
"Is there something bothering your mind? You look kinda tense today..." Out of the blue he asked incredulously.
I flip my book, gawking. "TENSE!? I'm not tense, I'm furious!! Furious and brokenhearted! I fall in love with my BFF with benefits and have my confession rejected and he dumped me and you appear out of nowhere in his place, SMELLY!!”
He’s speechless at my sudden outburst for a while, but somehow comes up with bargaining attempt. "Oh… you… you must be sad-“
“FURIOUS!”
“O-okay, furious. But listen, actually I’ve browsed some short jokes for you, maybe this can cheer you up a bit. May I read it? This is really funny.” He shot a hopeful, glistening stare.
I almost faint at his bluntness and can only lift my hand in defeat. “Read it.”
“A girl was crying in the corner. A man decided to approach her, ‘Sweetie, why are you crying?’ ‘I lost my cat…’ she said, still crying. ‘Do you want me to announce it on the newspaper?’ ‘No need sir, my cat doesn’t read.’”
……………………… I throw him my book. Hard.
“YOU CALL THAT A JOKE!?”
Unfortunately he manages to duck my attack; his face flusters miserably. “I-I still have another one!”
“Save it! I’d rather sleep!”
“Hyung…” He looks down guiltily, massaging the tip of his fingers. “I promise I'll move as soon as the renovation finish."
I roll my eyes, pull the blanket to my chin and flip to one side, facing him with my back. “You call people with honorific?”
“Well, I usually a year younger than most people in the same year, I got into elementary earlier than others.”
Usually kids like that are quite smart, right? Maybe Junsu’s right, he won’t be such a useless after all. Seeing my ignorance, he continues to type. Then I realize that his keyboard makes a disturbing clack clack noises.
"Can't you type more quietly?"
"Oh... okay.."
clack clack clack clack clack He types more slowly, not more quietly.
"Still noisy. I can't sleep."
"I’ll try a music, okay." A soft tune is played from his laptop, It's an old J-pop song, I've heard once a long time ago. "Can you sleep with this?"
"Better. Who's that?"
"Spitz."
Luckily, that tune really helps me sleep in peace.
[to be continued]