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Four Word Prompts: Not Accepting!

Almost midnight and like always, Wonpil was up with his lamp on and books spread out on his desk. He didn’t like school work piling up, so he studied the new material beforehand in order to get a better grasp of it the next day. It was his way of staying ahead and getting good grades. Grades were everything to him. 

He rested his head on the palm of his hand as he wrote on his textbook. It was full of notes, highlights, and comments that it would be impossible for the book to be reused. Some parts were hard to read after so much written on there. There was a sudden buzz coming from his bed. Wonpil stood up and checked, it was a call from Junhoe. He grit his teeth at the name displayed, but he still took the call.

“Help you?” Wonpil could feel his ears turning red. “I don’t know what those friends of yours want you to do, but don’t bring me into your mess.” There was no response on the other side and the silence annoyed him. “You’re on your own.”

Day 1 of living with a roommate. Wonpil used to share a room with his sister and sometimes friends, but never a stranger. Well, Sehun wasn’t really a stranger. They had attended Cheongnam, but they were both living completely different lives and never crossed paths from what he could remember. So technically, they were strangers to each other. Wonpil was expecting awkwardness when he saw the ad of the house, but he wasn’t expecting more than that.

He didn’t even want to go out to the living room. He wasn’t scared, I mean... he still did need to unpack his small travel bag and make his bed and... uh... there’s more, trust me, Wonpil had lots to do in his room. He likes to take his time, is all. He knelt down with his things and began to unpack. Not even 10 minutes later, he was already done. If he had more things than he really does, it would have lasted him 2 days at least. But his situation wasn’t good and all he really cared for was his instruments.

‘Time to face reality.’ He coaxed himself, taking a deep breath as if he were to jump of the largest cliff in the world. He opened the door of his room and walked out with his guitar, placing it next to his door in order to have it ready for later. Before anything, Wonpil walked to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.

The water hit all the right spots, but the sound of footsteps approaching him made the water go the wrong way, and he ended up coughing out the water. “Oh shit.” He said in between coughs. He placed the bottle down and began to use the paper towels to clean his mess up. “Sorry ‘bout that.” He mumbled, audible enough for the other to hear.