Hyunsik woke up pretty early in the morning, which was very unusual. He reckoned it was because it wasn’t the bed he was used to sleeping in. Checking the clock, he read 5:30 a.m. He assumed his roommate had already arrived, so he decided to keep his actions on the down low. Rummaging through his bag, he took out all of his essentials, placing them in a certain order in one of the room drawers.
He quietly made his way to the bathroom, making sure not to make any creaks as he opened multiple doors. In the middle of the hallway, he noticed a small gadget from a short distance. “So there really are cameras, huh?” He whispered to no one in particular. Stepping closer, he cupped his mouth and tried to stare at the lenses of the camera in the caliginous room. “Wish me and my roommate good luck, please.” After continuing on to the bathroom, he gave, or well, he hoped he gave a couple of peace signs and a small wave towards the devices direction. “I’m praying that I did everything in front of the camera and not beside it.”
Turning on the lights probably would have helped, he thought since it took him a couple of tries until he finally opened the right door. Illuminating the room, he comprehended that it was indeed decently spacious. Nodding his head in content, he pressed down on the tube containing toothpaste, carefully adding a small amount onto his toothbrush. About halfway into brushing, he realized he forgot his precious container of face wash back in the drawer. Muttering to himself, he walked back to his room with more ease than his way here— and he heard footsteps? Footsteps. Must be his bunkmate. Hopefully. Closing the door behind him, he snatched the bottle from the drawer and turned on his heels only to see the door already open.
Without warning, Hyunsik flinched as soon as he heard a booming voice echo across the room without mercy. With a toothbrush in his mouth, he attempted to mumble, but stopped considering that he didn’t want to spit white foam everywhere. He held up a hand, signaling that he’d be right back as he strolled out.
"Please tell me you’re my roommate!" He yelled as soon as he got into the bathroom.
He nodded his head surreptitiously, paused in the realization that the other wouldn’t be able to see it and said, “Uh-huh- My name’s Jaejin!”
Pursing his lips, he dove back into his own room to resume a routine, wherein he wandered about the space haphazardly searching the articles of clothing that had been thrown just as carelessly into his bags. Honestly, he needed to worry more.
Humming quietly to himself, he opened and closed bags in the hunt for something decent to wear, scowled at intervals when discovering clothing that would leave him “unpresentable.” Because who knew what the harsh weather of the outside was like today? So he checked his phone.
Still somewhat indecisive, he chose short sleeves-
Then sighed indefinitely at his partial inability to cook. He would resort to Plan B, it appeared, in his list of Ways To Impress His Roommate.