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“Hey. What’s your name?” Jaemin asked, crossing his arms.
“I really don’t think you should be the one asking the questions, given you’re the one that just appeared in my backyard with no explanation," Yangyang commented mildly. "That having been said, it's Yangyang. Now if you'll excuse me, I’m going to try and find my roommate, because I think I might actually be having a psychotic break.”
(Or; Yangyang finds an ancient CD in his attic that, when he plays it, summons a group of undead indie boyband members. He's already dealing with a rat infestation, a major he hates, and upcoming midterms. He really doesn't have any time for Na Jaemin, with his sharp smile and freakishly good looks – but it doesn't seem like Jaemin's interested in leaving him alone anytime soon.)
(Don't tell him, but Yangyang might be okay with that.)