Snippet #1858606

OOC: Don't worry about it~ :) Its good enough for me.
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Are you this wasn't some kind of mistake? He wanted to ask the other out loud, but he had the right mind to recognize that such an outburst to the stranger would come off absolutely rude. Perhaps when he had his things settled in and the awkward between Max and himself had thinned out, YoungJae would call up his parents and ask for an explanation. He was sure that before leaving for their hours long trip to the university that his parents had gotten him his own dorm, perhaps he had missed out on the tidbit about sharing it with someone? All of a sudden, the idea made the blackette a little nervous as his head lowered inwardly, puffing his cheeks slightly as soon as the other walked away. Being an only child over the course of his life, sharing something with another person did not exactly stay by him so easily. It wasn't to say he was selfish with his possessions-- he was glad to share, but with someone as dare he think, ..intimate as a room with another made him feel a little uneasy. His father always did tease him about having what he called a "feminine" tendency of being secretive about his room, YoungJae pouted at the memory.

Of course, he did not have many objections to sharing the room with Max however; they were all just a bunch of guys, so what would be big deal? He was getting himself worked up over something so little, how silly of him. YoungJae's attention came to when he heard Max's voice calling him from another room, his brows raising from the questions. "A couple years ago I moved into the city from Busan, in South Korea." As the teen spoke, he blushed lightly realizing how much of his accent had shown as he spoke; so much for all of those years of ESL classes. He was proud nonetheless to tell anyone who asked (even if chances were that they didn't care) that he had come such a long way before moving into the city. Although it wasn't much back in his homeland, he missed it dearly. "So I lived here for about.. seven years?" YoungJae at this point was estimating, he hadn't taken much time to figure it out precisely.

"As for why I'm here, I dance. I sing a little too, but mostly here for my dancing." He added finally, stowing his hands into the pockets of his beige cargo shorts and shifting himself so he faced in Max's general direction. He had to admit that it was nice that Max was breaking the ice between them, knowing that he possibly couldn't not have done as successfully. The feel of it was becoming much more comfortable, maybe having a room mate wouldn't be so bad after all.

"What about you, man? What do you have to show KU?" YoungJae returned the question back at him, watching him momentarily collecting some of his things and organizing his suitcase. Following his example, he thought that it would be best for him to follow suit and to settle his things into his side of the room. Walking over to the couch, the teen picked up his backpack and tossing it over onto the bed sitting on the opposite end of the room. With his backpack settled, he needed someplace to storage the remainder of his things; his small eyes wandered until they came across.. the only closet in the room? There were drawers he could put his things into but considering that the closet was still empty, he took the chance and stuffed his things in there.