"Oh, we're talking. Right now." Jimin glanced over his shoulder as the faint muffle of shifting boxes and scraping of furniture on the floor issued below the crack in their bedroom door. "You've been hidden away in your little cave for a while, huh, hyung. Forget to mention something to me? Something potentially important, like, I don't know, a new roommate moving into the apartment?"

Namjoon licked his lips. "Oh god, I forgot." He twisted around and grabbed his phone from the night stand, fingers clumsily swiping the cracked screen. "Shit, he texted me. Like five times."

"Who texted, babe? The guy moving a billion boxes into our apartment as we speak?" Jimin folded his arms across his chest, smiling sharply.

Wincing, he rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah. I guess you met Jin." Shuffling to the end of the bed, Namjoon bit the edge of his lip and admitted, "I found someone to take the other bedroom."

In which minjoon meet vampire jin, and then they were roommates.

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