Christopher Bahng

it's finally the day. or rather.. the night. finally, the night of the prom. well, you didn't have a date, but at least you can have fun with your friends. your parents bought you a dress, especially for this occasion. you put it on, staring in the mirror as you struggled with the zipper at the back.

the door to your room was left slightly open, and your roommate, han, noticed. he peeked inside, then walked closer, knocking to get your attention, even if the door was open.

you looked at him, seeing him wearing a shirt and a tie, with black leather pants. "you said you're not going to the prom" you said, eyeing him, kinda surprised by how good he looked dressed in fancy clothes. he walked closer to you, standing behind you to look in the mirror, as he fixed his tie.

"i'm not" he lied, his fingers touching your hair for a moment before he pulled away, and cleared his throat. he isn't supposed to act this nice. he looked away from the mirror, seeing the backside of the dress being unzipped, and slowly grabbed your shoulder with one hand to hold you in place, as the other hand zipped up your dress. he sighed, moving his hands away as he put back that cold face he usually kept around you. he should hate you, right?