Roomhate_1
Kim Taehyung
Minjae, are you serious right now?
Taehyung sighs in frustration.
Kim Taehyung
A roommate? Were you going to talk to me about this before just making this decision for us?
I pace our bedroom, heated from the "surprise" he was going to drop on me tonight.
And here I thought he was going to propose.
Minjae
I'm sorry Tae, really I am
Minjae
I've known Jungkook for a long time, and trust me, this isn't a normal situation by any means. He just needs our help right now.
No, this is not a normal situation. This is a mess.
Kim Taehyung
He needs our help?!
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung scoffs.
Kim Taehyung
No, he needs to find a new place to crash, especially if he's going to be bringing drugs, or girls, or whatever else he's involved in under our roof. This is our home!
Minjae
Technically, it is...but it's not,
Minjae declares, squinting his eyes as if not wanting the truth to come out. Not like this.
Kim Taehyung
Explain. Now.
He grabs for my hands, pulling me to sit on the edge of our king-sized bed next to him as he begins
Minjae
Don't be upset with me, okay?
I glare at him, already annoyed.
Minjae
Remember when I went with my father to the bank to get the loan for the house?
I answer cautiously, bracing for disaster.
Minjae
Well, I never actually got a loan. We didn't even really need to get a realtor or bank involved. My father bought it outright. From Jungkook.
His words pour into my mind again. This is my house
Confusion and curiosity hit me at the same time as I try to process this.
Kim Taehyung
So, you bought his house and are now letting him live here because...?
I ask vaguely, waiting for an answer.
Minjae licks his lips, taking in a deep breath before running his hand over his short sandy hair. His cheeks become rosy like they do when he's nervous. He lets out the breath, gripping my hands before lifting his eyes back to mine to explain.
Minjae
He couldn't afford to make the mortgage payments on it anymore. H-he wasn't around.
I arch an eyebrow at him, urging him to continue.
Minjae
Jungkook just got out of prison.
The air has left the room.
Suddenly I can't seem to suck in a breath. I'm just silently sitting there staring at him.
First of all, how have I never heard of this Jungkook guy? I've known Minjae long enough to know his circle of friends. All of whom are intelligent, successful, in relationships, and know his family through the church or the golf club.
Not anywhere does a "Jungkook" character fit in.
Second, is he crazy? Does he not realize that I basically work from home? I'd potentially be trapped home with this ex-convict all day while Minjae is away at work.
And third, Jungkook? What kind of prison name is that?
Kim Taehyung
This is something you really should have talked to me about. I do not feel comfortable with this
I declare, raising my hands and getting up to pace the room.
My heart rate is rising. I'm visibly pissed.
He says, grabbing my upper arms to stop my incessant movements.
Minjae
He just needs a little help to get back on his feet. Don't you think we should do that for him? Especially as his friend.
I roll my eyes. It's always about faith with him. I get it, it's the kind thing to do, but I'm not always kind. Nor am I always loyal. Not that I have anything against friendship or any other bonds.
To each their own. But, as soon as your he has ridiculous expectations for who you need to be, or for making mistakes, it just doesn't seem healthy anymore.
God forgives, crappy doesn't.
I'm one for charity, but I'm also realistic. Especially when being charitable means having to live with a tattooed, sex-crazed, ex-convict who may or may not be shooting drugs into his nose or whatever it is junkies do.
Minjae
Just to get him on his feet
Minjae reiterates, like we're some sort of homeless shelter
Minjae
Trust me, he's not as bad as he seems.
Kim Taehyung
Fine, but if this interferes with my work or sleep, I'm going to lose it.
He smiles at me, then tucks a piece of hair behind my ear
Minjae
I promise you I won't let that happen, Tae. I love you.
He kisses my nose, then rubs his against mine, before wrapping his arms around me and rocking me side to side,
Minjae
Everything will be fine. You won't even notice he's here.
His voice carries through my hair into my car.
I roll my eyes, doubting that entirely.
Minjae
Now, let's go have an adult conversation with him over dinner
Minjae
I'll give you a moment to change.
He exits the room as I take my robe off and slip into something appropriate for guests.
A guest who won't be leaving anytime soon.
Sighing heavily, I look at myself in the mirror. I look horrible. I don't even want to make myself presentable to this hoodlum. Changing into some leggings and a hoodie, I untangle my unruly hair, leaving it in loose waves.
Walking out into the living room, a scene immediately pulls my eyes outside the window.
Jungkook has his hands on top of his head, legs spread wide, as the police officers are practically assaulting him with their hands. They check him over, then exchange some words as he waves his hands aggressively in the air
Minjae
They don't make it easy on him,
Minjae comments, sliding up beside me
Finally, the officers turn away, heading for their cars as Jungkook yells something to their backs and flips them off before turning to walk back into the house.
He pushes in through the door as I stand in the living room with my arms crossed, biting the corner of my lip, unsure of what to do.
I did that. I called the cops after he begged me not to
A few hours later, Minjae takes the steaks off the grill as I finish up the baked macaroni and cheese. We work like a well-oiled machine making our Sunday dinners, yet now we have a kink in the chain.
Jungkook went to his decided room, which is the spare bedroom, after the incident, closing himself in there
I'll be fine if I never have to see him. If we can keep this distance when Minjae goes to work tomorrow, I'll be alright.
As we get settled down to eat, I place a plate down at the table for Jungkook, assuming this
Get to know each other dinner was what Minjae had planned.
We begin eating without him. Minjae looks over at me and simply shrugs. Guess the happy family meal won't be happening. Surprise, surprise.
Just as Minjae says grace, Jungkook storms through his bedroom door, wearing nothing but loose-fitting gray sweats that just so conveniently hang off his narrowed hips as he heads towards the kitchen.
He's definitely thinner than Minjae, yet more toned and his muscles more defined. He has strange disorganized tattoos all over his chest and arms, and his disheveled hair is hanging down into his narrowed eyes as if he just woke up.
Minjae
Join us if you'd like. We made plenty
He grabs the plate from the table as I try to divert my eyes away from a solid wall of abs and deep V directly in front of me
It's uncomfortable for me with Minjae right here. Jungkook is definitely not my type. I would never find him attractive. I just can't look away because he's so...he's just so in my face.
I've literally only seen Minjae naked. Once I walked in on my dad with my mom back in the day, but other than that, the only man's body I've ever seen this close was my boyfriend's and it doesn't look like this. I'm just blushing out of pure wholesomeness. Clearly.
It's not that Minjae isn't attractive or anything, he's just different. Minjae is kind of hairy and bulky but not ripped. He's my burly teddy bear and 1 like him soft.
I'd never use those terms to describe Jungkook, however. He's lengthy, and tall with the broad shoulders of an Olympic swimmer. His hair is all a mess, plus he smells. Well, he smells clean, actually.
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