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@b. christopher while it was still raining hard during the night with few thunderstorms, i was sleeping peacefully with no bad dreams this time since i've been having them a few times based on the bad mistakes i've made throughout her past. suddenly i hear a loud scream which wakes me up right away as i sit up on the sofa. i know it didn't come from a dream since i didn't have one and it obviously didn't come from my roommate who had to go away to see his parents so then i knew immediately who it was which makes me get out of the sofa to quickly go towards my bedroom to check on the stranger. i slowly open the door, peeking in before gasping in surprise because it seem he was crying just by the water trails from his eyes. "love, you had a bad dream didn't you? it's okay hm? it's not real." slowly walks inside the room after i close the door behind me because it looked like he needed company and i was gonna be that. i sit on the edge of the bed, looking at him with a frown upon my lips because he must've had a terrible dream to made him cry which i understood just because i had dreams that would make me cry a lot. i slowly reach my hand over towards his hand before placing it on top of his, lightly squeezing it. "do you need some company? if you don't love, i can leave you alone."

@e. perrie [] got it bby!

staring at the ceiling, his mind takes him back through today's happenings. from the moment he had some breakfast, to when he had left the house to get to uni, to when he had some laughs with people he met in the hallways, to when his ty grade hit him like a truck, and how everything went downhill from that moment on. he can feel every bit of emotion attached to each memory, thus he can also feel his mood spiraling down in a way that gives him goosebumps. he can't deny that he wants to cry as he thinks about how perrie had picked him up as he walked home, and his cheeks start to burn in shame. as much as he tries, chris can't seem to shed a tear, and he hates it, he hates how cold he feels, he hates how physically tired he is. his head, though, is awake. wide awake. awake enough to keep him bothered with guilt, his inner voice yelling at him to just get himself together and function. which, clearly, he wouldn't be able to, not in this state. he worries about what to tell perrie in the morning. what would he tell her? that he's mental? that he's about to burst? no, chris wouldn't bother anyone else with his issues since everyone had their own weight to carry. it would be selfish to demand help from someone, especially when they gave up their bed for your wasted mess to sleep on. the couch would've been more than enough for chris, however, he appreciates her kindness deeply.

he shuts his eyes eventually once the lids just feel too heavy, and he tugs the blanket up to his shoulders as he shifts to lay on his side, rubbing his cheek against the pillow slowly as he thinks about the previous happenings, about how upset he is that he couldn't get himself to even say a simple "thank you", or just anything. really, it bothers him. it probably bothers him more than the stupid grade by now. he stays awake for a few more moments, moments of being caught up in guilt, before he finally falls asleep.
the gods seem not to be on his side that night, though. just like they haven't been many nights before that. tossing himself around on the bed, chris suffers from night terrors at times - but especially when he's stressed. upon feeling ice cold, leathery feeling claws on his chest, he jolts up a little, his back arching from the mattress as an equally as cold dagger is forced through his back to reappear on his stomach, and he lets out a rather loud scream, followed by small sobs. he breathes heavily, cold sweat covering his forehead as he lays still, unable to really move anymore from the shock. he cries out, nostrils flaring as his dream tricks him into being stabbed with a single actual stab. even when his eyes snap open, he doesn't dare to move, afraid that the pain might actually be there, afraid he might actually be murdered. instead of moving, he is trembling, his breath cut short as his eyes shift quickly to look around in the room, a breathy sigh leaving his lips.

@b. christopher as he place the wet clothes he wore on my hands, i looked at him with a frown upon my lips because i was worried about him and he was totally a different person than who i always met at the hallways. i wanted to give him advice or him to talk to me about how he was feeling just because it looked like he was holding something in him but i knew he wasn't gonna speak to me until maybe tomorrow morning? "ok wait right here while i put these in the washing machine and get you a pillow and blankets." i smile a lil at him before quickly going straight to the lil laundry room, putting his clothes in the washing machine before walking out of the room to go to my bedroom. i take off my blanket and pillow out of my bed, holding both of them while i take out a pillow and 2 blankets for him. i march out of my room to the living room, putting my pillow on the edge of the big sofa and spreading my blanket on the sofa. "okay so you're sleeping on my bed ok? no buts hm? you're the guest after all." i nod quickly at him with a grin upon my lips before walking towards him then holding his hand as i lead the way to my bedroom. "this is my bedroom and also where you sleeping at." i put the pillow on my bed and spread the blanket for him before turning around to face him. "you look like you need lots of sleep so sleep okay? if you need anything, i'll be right in the living room's sofa okay? there is the light switch if you wanna turn the lights off." i pointed at the light switch on the wall near the door. "have a good sleep and i hope you feel better tomorrow, love." i wave goodnight at him before walking out of my room while closing the door behind me. walking in the living room, i take off my rain coat and hat then hanging it over the coat rack. luckily, i had my pj shorts laying over the sofa so i quickly took off my jean shorts to replace them with the pj shorts just in case he comes out. still wearing my black crop top i wore today, i lay and go inside the blankets on the sofa. i reach over to turn off the lamp before closing my eyes to sleep.

() hey love, when you reply, you can skip like one or two hours later in the middle of the night if you like so chris can have like a nightmare and perrie comes to the rescue by him screaming.

@e. perrie his jaw had been feeling stiff all day, his eyes had been dry, his muscles had given in to the usual fatigue that came with disappointments. maybe it's a mechanism to keep himself from crying, flipping off, possibly beating someone up, or whatever, and if it is, well, then he welcomes and appreciates it deeply. oh, who would've known just how broken he feels if his body doesn't keep him from spilling his foolish, dark thoughts in the form of muffled crying, loud sobs, hard sniffs, desperation?
in moments like these, christopher often goes mute for some time. no matter how close someone has been to him so far, none of the people around him had ever gotten to break his silence when he falls mute due to shutting down from the stress. his movements are slow, painfully slow, his body trembling as the soaking wet and cold fabric as well as his hair sticks to his skin. he follows the woman - he recognizes her from uni - to her apartment. insisting on walking home wouldn't have worked out, anyway. he can barely hear her as she speaks, eyelids heavy from all the stirred up tension within him. his fingers curl around the pieces of fabric before the bathroom door shuts - hold on, he didn't even notice they'd gotten inside already. he flinches as the handle clicks, and he gets to stripping the drenched trousers and hoodie off, he had quite some luck his boxers and socks weren't exactly soaking wet.
he turns his head to take a look at the mirror upon putting on the set of pyjamas, and he shakes his head to ruffle the damp locks up before pressing the handle down to open the door again, leaning against the wall as he gazes at her hands, then at the somewhat folded hoodie and pants in his hands as they clutch at the pieces, turning his head to look around as he tries his very best not to look as troubled as he actually is.

@b. christopher unlocking the door to my dorm to open it, i go inside all while holding this handsome stranger's hand. even though we only say hey as we pass the hallways nearly everyday, i wanted him to spend the night with me and hopefully feel better tomorrow because he didn't say one word ever since i helped him in my car. i stand in front of him, hopefully he is listening because he seemed like his head was really stuck in the clouds. "stay right here okay? i'm gonna get you a new set of clothes." since his clothes was very soak and wet, i quickly go inside my room that was right by the living room. opens my closet door to find the green and white striped pj sets before taking it then leaving out of my bedroom until i am standing in front of you again. "this pjs set is from my dad since i like oversized clothes so change and wear these okay? i am pretty sure it'll fit you." i chuckled as i lead the way to the bathroom while holding your hand. i give him the pj sets to wear as we're in the bathroom before walking out and closing the door behind me. "i'll wait right here just in case you need help with anything." i lean against the wall that was next to the bathroom, not wanting to leave you just in case something happens to you. "also after you finish, give me the clothes so i can put it in the washing machine. i'll wash it in the morning since i'm sleepy as aha."

@n. yuta holds onto you as you open the door to my room which makes me surprise just because it's your first time here. i pull away from your lips a few inches to say, "ding ding ding, you found my bedroom! as a reward, we can go another round, love." winks at you before i lean in to place multiple deep smooches against your soft lips as i'm on the bed. as soon as you pull away from my lips to place kisses on my skin, i felt pleasure bumps instead of goosebumps all over my body especially between my legs. a sudden soft moan escapes from my lips by your hand cupping one of my with shivers as your other hand is caressing on my thigh which is almost where my is. i spread my legs out as it reveals my very wet in front of you, a wide smirk appears on my lips. "Look how wet you made me, love." one of my hands squeezing my other tit.

@e. perrie yuta didn’t say it, he saved his words and took it as his sign to do as he pleased. pushing off the door and into a room (luckily, it was decorated and lived in—he now knew which room was clearly hers), he presses her into the bed, breaking their sloppy lip lock to trail searing, open mouthed kisses down the column of her neck. yuta swears that he feels her pulse as he followed her jugular to her collarbone, where he gathers the skin up in playful .

supporting himself with a knee bent into the bed, and the other on the floor, he was able to free up both his hands. his hands never stopped roaming. first one slid up her navel to cup her tit, enveloping it in a gentle squeeze as his other hand followed the dip of her hip. he pushed aside one thigh and his hand followed the contours of muscle, but never quite reach her womanhood. it was most definitely on purpose, as portrayed by his devious smile against her skin.

@n. yuta () im hollaring at this shdhdhhs

i gasp a lil by yuta's actions, making me fully thirsty and for this man and ignoring the warnings in my mind. i smirk by his words, letting him pull me close to him before fully kissing his lips by mines. a soft moan escapes against his lips, wrapping my arms around his shoulders after his hoist me up. i bite on his lower lip, listening to his words before pulling away to look at him. "i don't even ing care if you me here, as long you inside me tonight." i smirk at yoy before i lean back in to fully give your lips a deep kiss by mines.

@e. perrie [] e v e hA hAH A H A just adding to the pleasure bbg uwu

a sweeping motion that draws across her torso steals the towel from her and yuta lets it fall to the floor. "that's what i'm gonna do about it," he quips and closes the space between them. a quivering moan spills against her soft, plush lips and yuta feels no remorse in hoisting her legs up and around him. there were a lot of things in college he told himself he wouldn’t do: he hadn’t thought of putting ‘don’t your roommate’ on that list, so for now it was available he supposes.
“your- room?” he asks in between heated liplocking. this was one way for him to figure out, through elimination, where his room was.

@n. yuta () why you do this to me? this is making me feel sum type of way if you know what i mean ;) i love this so freaking much

I study this man in front of me who just broke my whole guard down in like 5 minutes or less not just because of his handsome features but his words and actions like is he even real? Listening to his words before i nod right away because i wanted you right here, right ing now. "Oh hell yesh you're correct, love. What are you gonna do about it?" my breathe hitches by your actions, staring into his eyes as one of my hands slowly goes down to where your bulge is before placing my palm on top of it.

@e. perrie [] bonus: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_xzyuvw_OU

"The pleasures' all mine, Perrie," he wonders for a second if this is real, and how drunk he had to be to push the boundaries further. This was akin to the kind of ty someone would find on twitter, with cut scenes and all. At the end of the day, it just felt right. Besides, if she said no, he would back off: no doubt. But until then, he seemed to be getting all the right signals. "If I'm not mistaken--you're thinking what I'm thinking," his right hand edges up to thumb at the edge of her towel, and he holds still, nose to nose with this beautiful stranger.
If there was ever a moment where Yuta should question what he was doing, this was one of them, but he did not.

@n. yuta my eyes widen a lil in surprise as you move closer to me until your chest is touching mines, feeling a tingle between my legs which was pleasure. i listen to his words which slowly makes my lips turn into a smirk again but wider. "I'm flattered to hear that from my new handsome roommate but to find me like this hm? Is that a good thing? Because if it is, then i should definitely do this lots more for you." i bite on my lower lip as i walk back until i am against the bathroom door. as soon as i felt your hands on my hips, i place my hands on your chest. i should be pulling away because you're my new roommate and this could be dangerous but during this moment, i didn't ing care at all. i stare at you with lust in my eyes, letting you lean in. "It's a very big pleasure to meet you, yuta. I'm perrie but you can call me yours, love." i said as my hands was slowly caressing his chest.

@e. perrie One of Yuta’s eyes open to make sure he doesn’t get hit as he stands there dumbly—instead he catches her straightening and can’t believe the look she just gave him from head to toe. He leans back, opening his other eye, and cranes his head around to scan the apartment really quickly—this almost sounded like a dumb prank. Suddenly, Yuta’s liking this arrangement a lot more; he steps closer to her, and closer again, till he’s almost chest to chest with her, arms also folded. He wears a dumb smirk, unable to hide the face that he enjoyed this more than he should: clearly she was too. “No ma’am— I think /I’m/ still luckier— firstly, to find a gorgeous roommate, and secondly to find her like this.” He laying it down thick, knowing that this could end more disastrous than having a hoarder for a roommate. His hands fall to her hips and he walks her back against the (closed) bathroom door, holding her hips and leaning in, “The name’s Yuta, babe. And you?”

@n. yuta () ilym you freaking bae ❤ yesh, pls lemme know everytime you reply here bc i didn't see the reply in the post section lmao.

I look at this weird man in curiosity by his words, holding back my laugh because i had to be serious. As soon as you said "roommates", i end up straighten myself up again. "First of all, i don't have a boyfriend. Second of all, i'm heteroual. And last of all, welcome aha." i said as i end up laughing it out anyways because of your words earlier. "I didn't expect to get a handsome man as my roommate so i feel lucky." i scan your body from toe to your head, smirking a little as i cross my arms.

@e. perrie "Who the are you before i fight you!"

Yuta's faced with a dilemma as the towel around the inhabitant showering seemed to just cover the essentials. As much as he considered himself a gentleman, that approach yanked his attention from her (lack of) apparel as it rode up her body in her fighting pose to explain, "Listen, sweetheart, where's your boyfriend? I'm looking for my new roommate and I didn't know this was the bathroom--! I swear!" He puts both palms up in defense, and eventually closes his eyes at least out of general manners, "Unless you're a lesbian, because we'd be in trouble if we were roommates--," he mutters under his breath. Yuta never was good at keeping his thoughts to himself.

[] LOVE Y OU TOO HEH

@n. yuta () awe it was fate for us to rp together, gosh i love you already ❤


After warm showering for 30 minutes since i was in the heat for the whole day because it was a picnic day for everyone, i cautiously step out of the shower with a grin upon my lips. Drying my wet hair then my body with my towel before wrapping the towel around my body. Without doing my night routine and fixing my hair since i called papa johns for delivery, i open the door to go to my room. i immediately stop when i see you that i don't know at all right in front of me before i quickly get into my fighting pose. "Who the are you before i fight you!"

@e. perrie holding the key in hand, he unlocks the apartment door and his heart is up in his throat, twisting open the door to his new housing arrangement, half way through his freshman year. half way through the ing school year and already he was packed up, ready to move again. his roommate situation in the dorms was so bad: a case of hoarding, secret animals, messiness-- it made yuta shudder when he thought about those grimy dorms.
thankfully, the roommate situation was bad enough that even the university agreed that he required special provisions, taking an apartment instead of normal dorming. besides, it was cheaper on his parents to take an apartment--in the end it was a win-win.

yuta didn't recall hearing about roommates, and at the very least, he remembered this being a two-person apartment. opening the door, he steps in and pulls his suitcase in after him. the rest of his boxes were there as he had neatly packed them, labeled in japanese and stacked against the wall in front of the door. letting out a sigh of relief, he closes the door, the lock clicking into place and his attention turns to the kitchen space. he toes off his shoes and backpack down by the fridge as he begins investigating the apartment--it's not until he's done a round of the kitchen room and common room until he notices that the shower had been running because then it stopped.

',' he thought as he looks around--he didn't really want to hide and scare the out of his roommate, but at the same time, he would be better off greeting them when clothed. he steps quickly towards the rooms, tip-toeing and running all the same as he finds the bedrooms-- the tough thing was that he didn't even know which one was the bathroom. "," he hisses, this time, blindly picking a door, but just as he goes for it, the door he chose opens, steam curling and unfurling as it escapes the bathroom.

[ kJSDF donT mirror BECAUSE MORE THAN HALF OF THIS IS CONTEXT. JUST FOCUS ON THAT LAST PARA. also im cool with you using whatever pov is most comfortable w you!! i use 3rd bc im so stream of thought when i type-- HENCE ITS SO LONG ]

@l. taeyong ty lots!

@n. yuta @e. perrie room is open!