@kang taehyun. jisung had spent his entire morning and the night before getting his apartment clean and presentable for his new roommate. the male had posted an advertisement online hoping to find a roommate as quickly as possible, it would save him a lot of money, and jisung had basically lived alone for years that he felt it was time for something different. he had just hoped that nothing had gone wrong and that the person who he finally decided to room with, would be okay. as the time on the clock passed jisung could feel himself growing more anxious, double checking to make sure everything was in the right spot, and his phone just in case a message had appeared that he had missed.

he was leaning against the kitchen counter when he heard the knock against the door, followed by the small bark from bbama, his dog, indicating the dogs curiosity. looking over jisung glared and pointed at the dog. "sit, we don't want you jumping all over someone new." he commanded before the dog listened sitting in the center floor. "good boy." jisung turned to open the door, an anxious smile growing on his face. "hi! taehyun, right?" he asked offering a hand for the other to take, observing the other he was certainly not what jisung was expecting but then again he didn't know what to fully expect. "i'm jisung, come in!" he stepped aside to let the other in.

@han jisung. after an extra hour and getting lost thanks to his driver not listening properly to the address, taehyun was finally standing outside the door to his new apartment - that already had someone living in it. the more he thought about it, the more he thought of all the terrible, horrible things that could go wrong and considering his past, he half expected them to. shifting his weight, he checked his texts for a fifth and sixth time to make sure he was in the right place before stuffing the device in his pocket to free up his hand. he stared at the door a little too long, debating just going to find a friend to stay with before he faltered, not liking the idea of taking up someone's time just to bail on them.

finally, he knocked against the door before letting his hand fall, rocking on his heels. 'Worst case scenario.. he's a psycho and I'm in for.. weeks? of torture,' he mumbled to himself with a shrug, deciding his numbed mental state could probably handle it, 'nah, it'll be fine. it's going to be perfectly fine.'