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Changbin unlocks the apartment building’s door and makes his way up, taking two stairs at a time. It’s a path he has walked every single day for five years, two of those years alone, without his dorm mates. Those two said years being the saddest time of his life.
He is so occupied with his thoughts, he doesn’t notice the boxes on the third floor before his leg gets tangled between two of the boxes and he trips, making the box on his right dumble down with him.
Changbin gets up quickly, cheeks reddening at a furious speed. “Shit,” he whispers to himself, thinking back on the loud crash he made. “Could I get any fucking clumsier?”
Now he has two options: he knocks on the closest apartment’s door (which he thought was empty, so these must be their new neighbours moving in, way to go Changbin) and apologises while dying of embarrassment, or he runs to their dorm and hides, considering it’s only a few feet away and he won’t have to talk to strangers this way.
He goes for the second, of course, running for his life while his hand searches through his pocket, only to find nothing. He stops, panic rising through the roof. What a great time to lose his keys.
“Looking for these?” Someone’s voice cuts through, making Changbin spin on his heels. He’s glad when the person he finds is his roommate, Jisung.
“Jisung!” He whisper-yells. “You startled me, man. Come on, give me the keys, we gotta unlock the door. Quick.” He motions for Jisung to come closer, but he doesn’t.
“Did you make this mess, Bin?” He smiles cheekily. “You know, Minho hyung is gonna be pissed at you.”
“Who the fuck is Minho hyung?” Changbin feels his stomach drop, imagining a 6 feet tall guy who carries around a baseball bat and steps on snails for fun. “Come on, Sungie, let’s talk about your hyung inside, please, I don’t wanna die yet. I haven’t even debuted yet.”
For Changbin’s luck, Jisung walks up to him and starts unlocking their apartment door. “I’m joking, I have no idea who that Minho is. All I know is that we’ve got some new neighbours, Binnie, but of course you already ruined our relationship with them.” He laughs, while pushing the door open.
Changbin rushes inside, making sure to lock the door after them.
“Chill, they won’t know it was you breaking their stuff.”
“God, be quiet for once. They might hear you.” Changbin leans against the door, sliding down to sit on the carpet. He was just coming home from practice, how the hell did he manage to make such a big mess. “If you breathe about this to Chan, I’ll post the video of you crying while watching Twice’s music videos on twitter.”
“Hey, every normal human being cries while watching the nation’s girl group’s music videos. I ain’t scared of you, Binnie.” Jisung smiles, taking off his shoes and leaving Changbin to suffer alone. This is something that his crusty toed friend will probably never let him forget.
Changbin rests his head on his palms and takes a deep breath, thinking about all the awkward scenarios he’s gonna have to deal with it. “I’m such a dumbass.”
It’s been a week since that corridor accident and for now Changbin’s still alive. His head is still in place and hasn’t gotten a single hit from the 6 feet tall baseball player Minho. He still thinks about it every time he leaves and comes back home but the embarrassment has died a little bit.
It’s when they’ve just finished their nightly rap class, all slouched down on the floor, when Chan brings the topic up.
“So, I met our new neighbours.” He exclaims suddenly, clapping his hands together like he always does when he’s excited. Where does this guy get that energy from is a surprise to all of them. “You won’t believe what happened to them.”
“Oh, I’m sure I will.” Jisung winks at Changbin, missing the look Chan sends their way. But he shrugs it off, used to their weirdness.
“So, the day they moved in, someone had the audacity to break some of their stuff. Like, I guess the person was mad or something and pushed over some of their boxes.” Chan talks, every word making Changbin more nervous. He can see from the corner of his eye how big the smile’s getting on Jisung’s face.
“I’m gonna kick you to Antarctica, Jisungie.” Changbin whispers sweetly. “Stop smiling you dumbass.”
“I’m missing something, aren’t I?” Chan props on his elbows, a curious look on his face. “If you won’t tell me I’m gonna burn your plushies, Bin.”
“You leave my plushies alone, murderer.” He snaps back, getting up. At this rate Jisung will tell Chan anyway, so it’s time he runs for his life. “I’m gonna, uhh, go get some water.” He breathes quickly and rushes off.
He’s only a corner away when he hears Chan yell something along the lines, “He did what?” He speeds up his pace, almost running. He’s too tired to deal with a “I didn’t raise you this way” kinda lecture from Chan. He knows Chan won’t be mad for too long, but he will probably make him apologise and that’s something Changbin really doesn’t wanna do.
He had been pacing through the corridors without thinking for so long, he ended up on the side where the dance classes are. It’s mostly quiet at this time, considering how the night classes have ended a long time ago. Still, he can hear some music coming from the last room in this corridor.
He looks around, to make sure no one’s watching him, and then starts walking quietly towards the last class. The door’s open, so it’s only reasonable he decides to peek in a little.
He’s surprised when he finds an unfamiliar boy, probably younger than him, practicing alone. The guy’s so into his dancing, he doesn’t notice Changbin creeping, and he’s glad for that. Just means he can stare and enjoy the view for as long as he wants.
Changbin’s been a trainee at the JYP Entertainment for five years, and he’d like to think he knows every trainee, atleast by the face. So this guy must be new, he’s sure of that.
He’s beautiful.
Like really fucking beautiful.
His golden hair is all sweaty and up, freeing his forehead, and his eyes are so big, Changbin swears he has never seen eyes so beautiful before.
Changbin’s good at dancing, but heck, this guy is even better than Jisung. And Jisung’s like really really good.
It’s when his eyes lock with the boy’s in the mirror and he gives him a smile brighter than the sun that Changbin actually stumbles.
Fuck, he’s been caught.
“You can come in, I won’t bite.” Wait, did this low cave voice really just come out of this guy’s mouth?