JIMIN did not know what he was doing.
His clammy hands first hovered around the white door then to the button beside it but he could not decide if he should knock or press and it had already been a few minutes from what he could recall.
His duffel bag and luggage were standing by his side in neglect. It was his first time in Seoul, first time being miles away from home, actually first time away from home.
And he was already asking himself if this was all a mistake.
Because the fine dust in the air, the traffic on the road and the scorching sun on his back as he struggled to move his baggage up the steep road all the way to the bulletproof boy scout housing for students made him regret his choices.
Even the name of the dorm left a bad taste on his mouth, reminded him of his rover scout days when he was a kid and he would never, ever want to go back there.
The white door abruptly opened up to Jimin's face while his small hand was still hung up in the air midway to reveal a boy with a taller height, a good few inches taller clad in a dark hoodie and black fringes covering his forehead staring down on Jimin with dead eyes.
"Please come in," the tall lad said without any further questions. And Jimin felt his throat going dry, sweat already forming into pearl like beads under his bangs.
"Park Jimin, right? First year in sociology?" The tall boy said with a charming smile moving away from the front door. "The landlord told us you were moving in today. I am Jin. Kim Seokjin."
Jimin did not get a chance to introduce himself even though he had already replayed it a few times in his mind, albeit it all went down the drain Jimin was kind of glad the boy had done the deed on his behalf.
The bags were heavy and Jimin struggled again to get inside. And then he was met with the taller one- Jin's broad shoulders as he followed him inside.
"Please keep your shoes here in the locker," Seokjin instructed Jimin as the shorter one almost stumbled to get out of his blue, worn out converses but he did so anyway.
And only then does Jimin realize there was a security cam attached to the side of the front door. His heart sank a little when he understood the reason behind Jin opening the door even without him making any sound.
Jin was probably watching him fidget around behind the door in the footage. Jimin's ears turned hot, first day and he had already made a fool out of himself which he promised he would never do.
So he tried to make up for it, even though it was hard. "T-this must be the shared space?" it was hard for him to speak to someone he did not know properly.
"Yes, it is. There's the kitchen," Jin pointed to the space to the further back with only a table separating it from the living room. "There's a stove, an oven and a refrigerator but you have to be considerate as we all use them. And you have to be very clean around here."
Even though the small smile never left Jin's face it made Jimin nervous. He could tell the taller one in the dark hoodie and trousers was already smarter and maturer than him, probably older too.
"You can use the living room to your wish. Watch TV or play video games but as I have said before, keep it clean," Jimin nodded as Jin gestured him to follow. The shorter one's eyes trailed behind the living room decorated with a TV, couches and a tea table. Everything was spotless, he could hardly believe seven bachelors lived here.
"If I haven't said it already I am the oldest here. I'm getting my masters degree in tourism. I've also lived here the longest, for three years. Namjoon too. He's an English major in his fourth year."
Jimin tried to note down everything in his mind but it felt like he was getting slapped with too much information at once, his heavy bags were not helping either. There was one on his back too which was just as weighty containing his laptop and some of his notebooks.
"You'll be rooming with Yoongi, who is not here right now. He has early morning classes. He's getting his masters in Sound Engineering, that's-" Jin opened up a door after halting before it. When he turned a switch up it illuminated into a small dwelling with two beds, one in the far corner beside the only window in the room and the other was a bunker bed at another side. There's two tables, but no chairs. Jimin noted to himself that he needed to buy one.
"This is your room," Jin turned to him and Jimin nodded again. "In the room next to yours lives Hoseok and Taehyung. Hoseok is a journalism major and- oh, he's here. That's Taehyung."
Jimin's head snapped to the other side while his hand still holding onto his luggage. And the person he saw to his left was one of the most 'Seoul-looking' boy he had ever imagined.
His hair was dyed blue, not pale or midnight blue but a blue that stood out and separated him from everyone else. And he was wearing a brown leather jacket that looked like it was the most expensive thing on earth.
The boy named Taehyung was giving him just as alien look, and Jimin cowered under his strong gaze.
But the crease in Taehyung's eyebrows vanished as soon as it came in. "Hello!" he waved a hand before Jimin. "I'm a fashion designing major. I assume you are younger than me? You are new right?"
Jimin held his breath in for a second before he let it out. "I am actually a 95 liner. I took some time off."
"Ohhh!" A soft sound of exclamation came from his other side, Jin. Jimin prepared himself to get bombarded with curious questions but surprisingly they never came.
But Taehyung's eyes were as big as a pair of soccer balls. "You're telling me we are the same age?" the blue haired boys face lit up, the corner of his mouth tugging into a rectangular shaped smile. "That's cool! You look so short none of your year mates would notice you were older."
Jimin almost smiled but it faltered before it could even measure up to his face. "Jin hyung, have you seen my leather boots? I can't find them," Taehyung completely ignored the hunched up Jimin as his eyes hovered up to Jin.
"It's the first day and you are already bullying the new kid," the said boy only sighed before continuing. "Jungkook probably took it."
And with that the blue haired boy was gone while uttering curse words under his breath. Jimin noted to himself that he should definitely stay away from this exquisite looking seoulite.
Hours later when it's already evening and Jimin had cozied up to his bed, the one closer to the window, he found himself scrolling through his phone mindlessly without any aim.
He had already memorized the names. His roommate Yoongi, Hoseok and Taehyung on this side of the housing while on the other side lived Jungkook, Namjoon and Jin, all three of them with their own rooms. There were two toilets on both ends. Meaning he'd have to share with three other boys from his side.
He still had not seen his roommate but since he had heard Yoongi was way older than him anyway, he knew he had to be careful and respectful and it already shook up his heart.
But what made him more disappointed was that everyone was taller than Jimin, at least the ones he had seen.
He had met Namjoon, the brunet senior with dimples on his cheeks. He was nice. Jungkook, the basketball major and the youngest, but already taller than him. Nice, but mischievous with his toothy smile.
Jimin let himself fall on the bed, his glasses covering his eyes. He did not have a bad eye sight, however, whenever he had a migraine like the one he was having now the zero powered glasses would find its way back on his small face.
His phone was still in his hand, the contact number that said 'mom' lighting up the screen as he pondered if he should call her or not but then let it slip. Let the phone slip from his fingers to his chest.
The two years he spent doing nothing, absolutely nothing saying he needed a break. He could not really find a clear reasoning behind it but he knew it was partly because of his mom.
Not partly, but perhaps, mainly. After her divorce with his dad Jimin realized his mom was slowly going insane. Crying all day, even in her sleep and refusing to get some help but spending all her money and sorrow in alcohol. Jimin cursed his dad for leaving them for another young woman with a seven year old kid Jimin had only seen once before. But Jimin knew he could not leave his mom like that.
Now he was a long way away from Busan. He had left anyway.
And his mom had found someone too. The next door uncle whose wife died years before Jimin was born.
He was happy for his mom. But Busan did not feel like home after that. Did he even have a home anymore?
Jimin listened to the soft drizzle outside behind the window next to him. April showers, it was pouring.
His glasses were getting foggy too, his vision a blur.
Perhaps he actually needed that break.
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A/n: first chapter, this is my first time writing a whole story here in third person. Like I said before I'm always afraid to try out new things but here I am now.
A sad clown *holds peace sign and smile while tears fall from my eyes*