How I met my Batman (1/1)
[iii]'Get off my ass.'13 years ago.Chilly air hit sehun's face as he quickly walked on the pavement. He adjusted the strap of his backpack on his shoulder with one hand as the grip of his other hand on the suitcase handle tightened. He hated winter the most because he was senstive to cold and had to wear more than three layers to protect himself from the numbess caused due to the drop in the temperature. And he also hated how his nose would turn red everytime his skin came in contact with the cold air.Sehun finally stopped walking, looking up at the apartment in front of him. Edgewater apartments. It was the only affordable place he could find. The place was decent. He figured that out when he had come to tour the flat. It had two bedrooms, a living room, one bathroom, a kitchen and a lovely balcony. The only downside was that he had to share the place with someone else. Basically, he was going to be stuck with a roommate. He wasn't very fond of the idea, if Sehun was to be honest. But he didn't have any other options because he was low on cash and he still was looking for work. He had collected enough money from part-timing in college and also his dad would deposit some money into his account every month. He was thankful he had such supportive parents. They were also very accepting when he came out to them about his sexuality in college.He was almost done with moving in. All his furnitures were unpacked. The walls of his room were painted the way he wanted them to be. There was only one thing left. Meeting his roommate. Which Sehun wasn't really excited about.Sehun inwardly groaned when he went inside and discovered that the elevator wasn't working. He had to lift his luggage to the fourth floor. As if the cold wasn't killing him already. Sighing to himself, he approached the stairs which were adjacent to the elevator and climbed up a few steps.The young man almost lost his balance when a hard shoulder bumped into him, almost toppling him down from the stairs. The suitcase slipped from his hands and crashed down on the floor. "Hey," he said in protest to the man who had bumped into him, his eyebrows furrowed. The other person who was walking down the stairs glanced back at him, one of his eyebrows raised in the most arrogant way ever. "What?" He asked. There wasn't even a hint of guilt in his voice.Before Sehun could start thinking how handsome the man was, or how perfect his lips were, or how shiny and healthy his skin looked, or how the leather jacket looked so hot on his broad shoulders, he huffed. "What do you mean, what?" He asked, irritated. Sehun wasn't really a mean guy, but it was so damn cold and Sehun just wanted to drink hot chocolate and feel cozy. He also wanted to know the hot guy's name and number but that was besides the point.The arrogant man looked at the fallen suitcase and scoffed. "Dude, thats your fault. You weren't looking." He gave a small shrug.Sehun slightly glared at him as he stepped down in attempt to grab his suitcase again. "Well, aren't you going to help?"