part two hundred and twenty one

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Re: wc!au: team chen - girl!chingus college au

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Re: wc!au: team chen - girl!chingus college au

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“your hair is amazing.”

if anyone had told kyungsoo her very first friendship in college would be based on the (admittedly enviable) sheen of her long, black hair, she probably would have smacked them in the face and spat on their quivering body. as it turns out though, that’s exactly what happens as she's waiting to pick up her dorm keys.

kyungsoo turns around to put a face to her apparent admirer and is greeted by a beaming girl around her own height, her dark brown bob sticking out from thirty different places on her head and skinny arms clutching a small tote bag. “oh, uh, thanks. i think yours is nice, too.”

“no problem! seriously, i’d kill for hair like yours. it’s like a river or something.” the girl says, tilting her head to the side. her mouth purses like a cat’s and kyungsoo carefully notes the cute way the corners of her lips quirk up. she perks up suddenly, eyes going wide, and gasps. “oh! i’m jongdae by the way—sorry for being a total weirdo without even introducing myself!”

pausing for a moment, kyungsoo blinks at jongdae before breaking out into a small laugh, a hand coming up to cover her mouth. "nice to meet you, jongdae. i'm kyungsoo."

"cool, cool, so, you live in this dorm?" jongdae asks as they shake hands, then gestures to the building they've lined up against. "what floor?"

"yeah, the basement, i think."

jongdae brightens even more, if that's even possible, and swats excitedly at kyungsoo's shoulder. "wait, me too! what room? i'm in number seven, right by the bathroom, blugh."

"right across from you, actually, i'm in eight," kyungsoo says. "so we can bond over late night toilet flushes or diarrhea attacks or something." just as the words leave her mouth, kyungsoo desperately wants to grab them right back and shove them past her teeth. damn, she's making a horrible impression already and she hasn't even officially moved in yet.

except jongdae doesn't scrunch up her face with absolute disdain and ignore her entire existence. instead, she smacks her palms to her face to cover the loud, wet snort that escapes anyway. "oh my god, and maybe we could even make a game out of it—like, guess the fart!—" she's doubled over now, whole body shaking with giggles, and kyungsoo can't help but join in, half out of relief and half out of actual amusement.

a good ten seconds later, jongdae recovers well enough to fan at her face, cheeks tinged pink. "wow, i’m really not making such a great first impression, am i?”

“it’s good enough for me,” kyungsoo laughs and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “a little toilet humor never hurt anybody!”

it feels like a weight has been lifted from kyungsoo’s shoulders. all of the anxiety of being catapulted into a whole new environment alone eases its grasp around her stomach just with the quirk jongdae’s warm smile. the two of them spend the rest of their time in line chatting about much more normal topics like their backgrounds and hobbies. kyungsoo learns that jongdae loves to sing and used to walk dogs in her neighborhood during summer vacation. jongdae learns that kyungsoo can’t wiggle her ears and wants to major in neuroscience.

they finally reach the hall lounge, where they pick up their welcome envelopes and dorm keys from the student volunteers, who grin excitedly up at them like children at the zoo. jongdae and kyungsoo head down the hall to find their rooms, peeking in at their new hallmates as they pass.

name-tags with different disney characters hang in front of each door so their rooms are easy enough to find. jongdae and kyungsoo are indeed right across the hall from each other and they cheer in celebration.

"this is pretty exciting," kyungsoo says, sliding her key into the lock.

"yeah! like the beginning of a movie or something," jongdae adds half-joking as she swings her own door open and takes a quick look inside. she turns back to face kyungsoo, who does the same. “well, i’ll probably be seeing you a lot, kyungsoo, since y’know, we’re neighbors and all,” she says with a grin and an eager wave. she almost drops her tote but recovers before it escapes her arms.

kyungsoo smiles back, stomach flipping and simmering soft like a pancake. “yeah.”

maybe college won’t be such a hassle after all, kyungsoo thinks as she slips inside.

--

jongdae has arrived before her roommate and the room’s emptiness makes her feel increasingly uneasy, like she's being locked away for a crime she didn't commit. it’s kind of creepy how blank the walls are and she itches to remedy the situation immediately.

luckily, she already planned out all of the furniture placement with her roommate, baekhyun byun, a few weeks ago when they'd first gotten their roommate assignments. they’d hit it off from their very first online conversation (jondae kim: hey there roomie!!!!!!! i m jongdae!!

baekhyun byun: hi hi hi h ih ihi h ih iihiiiii i'm baehun :) :) :)

baekhyun byun: shit lol i mean baekhyun!) and had been talking almost every other day since, discussing what kind of lights to bring, whether they'd need a mini-fridge (hell yeah), and, most importantly, if baekhyun's four-year-old karaoke machine would be a welcome addition to their new home (hell yeah!). when jongdae learned that baekhyun loved to sing too, even took a few professional lessons in elementary school, she knew the based dorm gods were smiling down upon her.

baekhyun byun and jongdae kim: a match made in heaven.

after jongdae’s parents haul in all of her boxes and bags, they get to work arranging all of her possessions around her half of the room. thankfully, it isn’t as small as she’d imagined and everything fits nicely together more or less. she even has room on her desk to display her collection of stuffed rabbits.

just as she’s tucking the quilt her grandmother sewed for her when she was eight into the corners of her bed, she hears a sharp knock at the door.

“hey, roomie!”

jongdae jumps up from her spot to turn to look at the new arrival.

baekhyun grins at her like she’s an old friend, her bright countenance contrasting with the chaos of her wavy hair and her parents' frazzled expressions.