Jonathan finally got the last box into his new apartment. He packed lightly, not needing stacks upon stacks of his belongings. All he needed was his clothes, and toiletries. The rest of his belongings were related to Delirious and were kept back at Lui's penthouse.
Jonathan had his mask tucked away in his underwear and socks, in case his co-worker went snooping around. The Delirious mask was widely feared, and if his roommate found it he would have no choice but to kill him. And he might be a nice person, he doesn't want to kill someone like him.
Or, he could be an undesirable, a rancid bully with a disgusting personality, someone who only exists to make Jonathan's life a living hell. That's the type of person Jonathan likes to make bleed, writhe on the floor, watch convulse and drown in their own-
Jonathan was snapped out of his thoughts by a knock at the door. He quickly put the last box among the others, put his heist things into a small black bag for later in the day, checked his appearance in the mirror above the couch, and made his way to the door. He fiddled with the lock, and finally unlocked it. He opened the door.
Looming over him was a buff asian man carrying two boxes, with two more boxes next to him on the ground. His dark chocolate eyes were averted to the ground, he didn't realise the door had opened. His nicely formed lips were pulled into a straight line. His faux styled hair was as black as night, Jon's favourite time of day, and looked very soft and fluffy.
"Do you want me to help you with those?" Jonathan asked. The man met his eyes, and Jonathan subconsciously drew in a shaky breath. Jonathan couldn't deny, he had a pretty face. He looked hard and strong, yet also possessed an element of softness in his brows, eyes and nose.
"Uh, yes please, that would be great," he said. Jon moved out of the way of the doorway to let the man in. Jon lifted the other two boxes with ease, and set them down where the man put the other boxes.
"I'm Jonathan Smith, by the way. The photographer," Jon stuck out his hand for the other to shake. He grasped it, his hands were calloused and broad, with long fingers. He shook Jonathan's hand firmly.
"I'm Evan Fong, the journalist. You were appointed here by Anthony, yeah?" Evan's voice was rich and sweet, cascading down Jonathan's ears. Jonathan nodded. Even if Evan found his mask, he doesn't see how he could bring himself to kill someone so beautiful.
Sure, he's killed attractive people before, but not godly people.
"Could you show me around the apartment?" Evan questioned, his hand rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Oh god.
"Yeah, sure, if you'd like," Jon lamely put his hands in his hoodie pockets.
Oh boy, this was who he would be working with? Evan would be with someone this downright hot for the next few months? And sleeping within a few metres of him?
Jon helped Evan put his boxes in his room, which was only separated by a thin wall.
"I haven't been here that long, but I'll show you what I know," Jon said. Evan clung to every word that fell from his mouth.
Jonathan was a stunningly attractive man. While Evan was 6'1, Jonathan was 5'8. He had fluffy brown hair that was a little longer on the top and shorter at the sides. He had shining blue eyes that sparked thousands of different shades. His button nose and pink bow mouth added femininity to his looks, but his chiseled jawline and high cheekbones make his face look well structured and strong. Jon's ears had small, black piercings in them.
When Jonathan turned around to show him the apartment, Evan could see the edge of a black, swirling tattoo peeking out from his collar. Evan kept his gaze on the back of Jonathan's head, not trusting his eyes to not wander lower.
"Yeah, so the living room is here once you enter the apartment, and the kitchen is to the right," Jonathan's voice snapped Evan from his thoughts.
"Down here is our rooms, as you know, and the bathroom is at the end of the corridor." Jonathan pointed to the left, where a wall and doorway separated the living room and the corridor.
"Straight ahead there's a cool, little balcony with some chairs to chill on, if you're into that," Jonathan explained.
"And that's all I know about this place," Jonathan turned to fave Evan. And that's when it hit him. There was something vaguely familiar about Jonathan.
"Jon, can I ask you a question?" Evan asked him.
"Sure, go ahead," Jonathan stated, resting his hands on his hips.
"Would there be a chance that I've met you before?" Evan cocked his head as he asked the question.
"Sorry, Evan, but I think I'd remember someone like you," Jonathan said, slowly dragging his gaze up and down Evan's figure. Evan was stunned into silence. He felt his cheeks reddening and Jonathan's words.
Suddenly, Jonathan's phone buzzed from his pockets. He fumbled to get to it, then shot a text of back to his, presumed, friend.
"Sorry, I have to duck out for a while. I'll see you later tonight, right?" Jonathan smiled, and Evan almost gasped at the sight.
"S-sure," he stuttered lamely, internally hitting himself for appearing as such a dork.
"Great!" Jonathan beamed, grabbed a small, black bag from his room, then left.
Evan was probably going to try and find more clue to Delirious tonight, but maybe he can put it off to speak to the handsome man he was residing with.