Vernon
Hansol Vernon Choi was bored. And tired. And just about 200% done with EVERYTHING. He had just finished unloading his (pitifully few) boxes into his dorm room for his freshman year of college. Yipee. College. What, he mused to himself, Was the the point of starting school when it was still 100 degrees out and still expecting people to pay attention?
"I honestly could not agree more." said a voice from the doorway. Vernon jumped about five feet in the air with a startled, "Oh!"
"Sorry for startling you. I'm your roommate, Boo Seungkwan?" The boy at the door said, his eyebrows raised in a slight smirk at Vernon's (still) shell-shocked face.
"I- uh- yeah, hi, um, I'm Choi Hansol, but people call me Vernon." He stood up from his sitting position on the floor holding out his hand, which the other shook. With a sinking stomach, Vernon realized that, upon second glance, his roommate for the next FOUR YEARS was really, really cute. Well, fuck. Realizing he had been staring, he dropped his gaze, blushing slightly.
"Do you already have a bed picked out, or….?" Seungkwan trailed off questioningly.
"Oh, uh, no, I actually just got all my stuff in here, so you can pick first." Vernon gestured vaguely to his boxes, his cheeks still dusted with pink. Seungkwan laughed softly, which was basically bells to Vernon.
"What?" Vernon asked indignantly.
"You're funny, Mr. Vernon." His roommate replied, amused undertones obvious in his voice.
Yep.
It was official.
Vernon was so royally screwed.