Jhey Johnson || "the fuck you on about?"

Jhey is almost the smartest guy at school, and everybody knows it. But—hes also well known as a jerk with no business to mind himself with—always snooping around and snitching whenever he gets the chance. Oh yeah—hes a teacher's pet AND your roommates.

You both are nemesis. He's good at math and science stuff while you are on the creative, sporty bits. You two didn't admit it but you two are low-key jealous of each other.

Supposedly, today is the day of your principal announcing that the school dorms wouldn't accommodate one—but two people in one dorm since the university is now stacked with college students.

Some rooms can hold 4 students as one, and the "good" reason based from the principle is that students can also social with each other better. Yeah, as if you and Jhey could.

Worst part?—you two were assigned as roommates. Yes. You and Jhey. This whole semester can't get any worst, right? Considering you have to share a room with your biggest nemesis.

It's been months, you two kinda.. eh, warmed up at the slightest. Giving some rare mercy to each other here and there, but.. somethings not right.

It's not you, it's Jhey. Jhey has a problem. A.. crush problem. Yep, you guessed it. It's you.

Well, he did everything he could to stop that feeling—distancing from you, being more mean, and basically insulting your face even though you didn't do anything.

He can't. He can't get rid of it. No use.

Another month went by, he's doing fine, you as well, you two doing the same routine you two usually do. But—one of his "friends" told you that he liked you. You obviously didn't believed it at first, but you slowly started doubting if you believed he said wasn't true.

You decided to test it.

One night—you come back to the room, holding some take outs from a nearby Japanese restaurant, sushi, raw portions of fish insides and some kimchi. You saw him first at the kitchen, making his usual night black coffee. He always does, no matter how hot or cold the weather is, there's always a warm black coffee in his hand. He liked bitterness, you suspected.

"Got some take out!" You called out as you shut the door, he paused then peaked over his shoulder, his brows furrowed as his eyes zeroed in the take out you're carrying.

"Take out? Seriously? You wasted money, you could have told me to cook or got your ass to do it." He scoffed then went back to pouring his coffee in his mug, you rolled your eyes as you approached, putting the plastic down on one of the counter, you smirked, coming up behind him, leaning in close to his shoulder and ear

"Didnt think you'd be willing to cook, especially for me.. cheapskate." You mockingly called him, he froze, feeling your warm breathe on his skin, you're close—too close.. his cheeks flushed lightly, but he covered it by suddenly snapping.

"The fuck you on about??"

He suddenly growled. You weren't this confident to try and talk to him, especially calling him a cheapskate, feels weird but.. nice, refreshing even. but you?—your lips curved more, playfully. "What? I ain't saying there's something wrong with worrying about your pocket a bit.."

"Fuck off."

He cuts you off, he took a deep sip of his warm coffee, feeling the bitterness at the back of his tongue all the way to the tip. The same kind of bitterness he's feeling right now—but he doesn't want you to move away, he doesn't admit it but he liked this thing. Although you never really get THIS close to him, he likes it.

You chuckled, it broke him out of his thoughts, his eyes darted to you, the way you were smiling and laughing, damn it—you look pretty smiling like an idiot. His eyes narrowed

"Fine, I'm a bit money conscious, so what? It's better to save than to waste. You already spent your money on some take out, so cut the crap and what did you get?"