Beholding the scene before him, Kwan could hardly believe how awry his life had gone. He stood, still a bit shaken, as he came to realize that the golden vampire boy, Jeon, with his confident attitude, was his assigned roommate. And if that wasn't enough of an unusual encounter, he had just witnessed Jeon nude, leaving little to the imagination. Thankfully, Kwan had exited the bathroom and closed the door, affording Jeon the privacy to continue his shower uninterrupted.
Surveying the situation now, Kwan couldn't help but think that the rumors about his looks were true, for Jeon's physique was a true work of art, just like his handsome face. He admired how Jeon's body possessed a perfect balance of defined muscles, reminiscent of ancient Greek gods, yet he didn't appear excessively muscular when clothed.
While he had managed to fall prey to an embarrassingly awkward situation, the reality of his first meeting with his untidy roommate was nothing like he had imagined.
Now, settled on his bed, Kwan took his diary from the side table and began writing. He needed to unburden his mind, and the pages of his journal were his canvas for expression.
"Dear diary...
How can I even begin to explain the events of this day? First, the constant whispers that haunt my thoughts, like a multitude of unseen voices clamoring for attention. I had not anticipated such an overwhelming symphony on the first day of the academy. I've never heard these whispers before; they are both unsettling and puzzling, like a chorus of souls yearning for release.
As if that wasn't enough, my attempt at spellcasting went horribly awry. I thought I had it under control, but when I poured the blood over the stone, it led to an unexpected blood rain, drenching the entire class. I cannot fathom whether it was the spell reversing or some unforeseen side effect.
I mustn't dwell on it; I will strive to remain positive, attributing my failure to lack of sleep and perhaps a touch of hallucination.
But then there's him—the white-haired alpha, with an icy countenance that masks his desire to befriend me. His awkwardness and my inexplicable feelings when he's near only deepen the enigma. It's as if we share some inexplicable connection, leaving me feeling both longing and numb in his presence.
And as if fate had decided to toy with me further, I had a near-death scare, believing there was an intruder in my room. But, lo and behold, it was my untidy roommate in his full glory. A tad too much for a first meeting, wouldn't you say? He's undeniably handsome, but his arrogance is a tough pill to swallow. Perhaps I'm just judging him too quickly, but the vibe he emanated during class didn't help his case. The oldest vampire in our class, yet looking so youthful and handsome—it's no wonder he exudes a certain air of superiority. But it was what I saw in the shower that left me both flustered and intrigued.
I best prepare myself; he'll be coming out of the bathroom soon. I must tidy up the room; he seems content with the mess, but it's not the same for me. Respect goes both ways, after all.
Farewell, dear diary, but know I shall return soon!"
After setting his quill down, Kwan embarked on the task of restoring order to the room. He gathered scattered clothes, carefully folded them, and arranged books and belongings on Jeon's side of the bed.
The room, now transformed from chaos to tranquility, radiated a sense of peace.
Once done, he changed into comfortable attire—pink trousers and a dark pink shirt with "dreams" elegantly scripted on it.
Seeking refuge beneath his blanket, he hoped to escape any further potential embarrassment. Pretending to sleep, he listened as the bathroom door opened, footsteps drawing nearer, and the sound of items being moved.
Suddenly, with a flourish, Jeon whisked the blanket away, leaving Kwan's flushed face exposed as he lay there, eyes tightly shut.
Observing Kwan's vulnerable state, Jeon sat beside him with a playful and witty expression, his well-defined body bared before him. His voice, husky yet filled with intrigue, inquired, "Hey pretty boy, are you my roommate?"
Kwan, taken aback by the question, replied with the first thing that came to mind, "Yes..."
A grin played upon Jeon's lips as he teased, "Vampires don't need blankets. Shall I bite you to see if you're real or a mere human?"
Kwan quickly intervened, embarrassed, "Stop! Of course, I'm a vampire. I didn't mean to intrude on you like that. My first meeting with my untidy roommate wasn't meant to be like this."
Jeon's playfulness continued to shine as he assured Kwan, "Don't worry, beautiful. I didn't mind your stare. The rumors about you and your looks are indeed true. Our first meeting has been remarkable and unforgettable. I must admit, I'm glad to have a cute vampire roommate instead of some peculiar werewolf."
"Also I am not untidy..." he continued,
Kwan could only roll his eyes, a blend of flattery and exasperation evident in his expression. "Enough with the compliments, Casanova. I'm not some prey to be flattered. And what rumors are you even talking about?"
Jeon's demeanor shifted, becoming more serious and contemplative. "You're quite popular, you know. Everyone has been talking about you since the day you arrived at the academy. Even the werewolves couldn't help but admire your pure bloodline and your humble nature."
Kwan snorted, a mix of amusement and disbelief evident. " Oh I don't think I was extra nice I think other vampires are extra rude to them but I must admit, the werewolves were kind."
Jeon moved closer, the playfulness returning to his voice. "You were pretty amazing today, causing the blood rain and all."
Kwan tried to justify himself, "It was an accident! A side effect of the spell going wrong."
Jeon remained unconvinced, adopting a more serious tone. "Deep down, you know that's not true. You caused the blood rain, didn't you?"
An awkward silence enveloped them as Kwan fidgeted nervously, unable to meet Jeon's piercing gaze. "I... I don't know what you're talking about."
And so, the tension lingered in the air, an unspoken truth hidden beneath the surface, awaiting its moment to reveal itself. With his night wore on, him shrouded in an air of mystery, and he tried his best to find solace in feigned slumber, yearning for the dawn of a new day—perhaps a day less fraught with uncertainty and magical conundrums.