Tetralogy- Zico, Namjoon, and Sooyoung- Part One
Genre: Fluff/Drama, Roommate!AU, Alien!AU
Prompt: You and your three roommates were all crammed into a ridiculously small apartment, so you ended up being closer than family. You’ve never been happier since they took you in, but what will happen when you discover who they really are?
“IT’S HORROR MOVIE NIGHT!” Zico bellowed, bursting through the front door of your dinky apartment door and holding up three DVDs as if they were an Oscar Award.
“You’re gonna break the door off the hinges!” Sooyoung criticized from her spot on the counter.
“No kidding!” Namjoon began, getting up from his seat on the couch to get a drink of water. “You’d think he would have learned after the three previous times he did!”
“Y/N!” Zico wailed, running over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and gave you a pouty lip. “They’re being mean to me!”
You were standing at the microwave, waiting for the popcorn to be done. “Guys, you know Zico didn’t mean to break the door.”
“Or the window.” Namjoon added.
“Alright, God of Destruction, let’s talk about how much stuff you’ve broken throughout the course of living here!” Sooyoung yelled at him from across the room.
“Oh come on, I thought we were past this!” Namjoon protested, ripping his earbuds out with a dimpled smile.
It was times like these that you remembered just how much you loved your roommates. It was about two years ago, when you were all freshmen. The University decided to tell you at the last minute that they had run out of dormitory space. Sooyoung found you crying in frustration at a nearby coffee shop, and being the caring person she is, invited you to stay with her and her two friends. There was a short conversation between them all before you moved in that you had overheard.
“Sooyoung, we’re not exactly here to make friends.” You remembered Namjoon saying.
“Well, if we don’t help her, this girl will be homeless in the street.” You heard her retort.
“She seems really nice. And pretty too!” Zico energetically told them. “It’s not like she’s going to disrupt our quest.”
Despite their initial doubts, they now couldn’t imagine living without you. You were a family, all each other had. Zico was a music major, Namjoon was a creative writing major, and Sooyoung was a fashion major. You however, were an astronomy major. You never understood why, but when you first told your roommates this, they all widened their eyes.
“Why don’t you go put in the movie, sweetie?” you told Zico, trying to change the subject. He nodded and scurried into the living room. Saturdays were always the best days of the week. All of you got a break from work and school and just got to hang out.
You followed him in and plopped down next to Namjoon. He turned his phone off to the side and spread his long arms over the top of the couch.
“I got the blanket!” Sooyoung declared, sitting down on the other side of you.
Zico whipped his head around while standing by the TV. “Yah, Sooyoung!” he scowled. “I wanna sit by Y/N!” You always wondered why your friends never used honorifics. Namjoon never called Zico hyung, and both never called Sooyoung noona.
“No! I can’t sit on the edge of the couch during a horror movie!” Sooyoung retaliated, clutching onto your arm.
Zico bellowed what sounded like a war cry and jumped on top of both of you, trying to wiggle a spot in between the two of you.
“Zico, stop, I’m sitting in the middle!”
“No, I wanna sit next to Y/N!”
“Both of you stop ripping her in half!” Namjoon proclaimed. “Zico, your elbow is currently in my ribcage!”
“This movie is so good! Even better than the first one!” Zico said on the edge of the couch cushion. “Sooyoung, you’re hogging the blanket!” There was only one blanket and four of you, so you were all huddled up, sharing little bits of it.
“It comforts me!” she retorted, hands over her eyes. Sooyoung was one of those that acted all tough and told people she loved horror movies, but then got super scared when she actually started watching it. She was practically sitting on your lap. “Aish, this is so scary…”
“How can you be so terrified? This movie is nothing like the book…” Namjoon assured, flipping through the pages.
You leaned your head against his shoulder. “Shh, Namjoon, you’re ruining the movie.”
The screen soon returned to black, concluding that the movie had ended.
“Is it over?” Sooyoung stuttered, peeking out from behind her eyes.
Zico rolled his eyes. “Yes, ya chicken, the scary monster is gone!”
“You know what’ll make us all feel better?” you began, trying to make it sound like you were talking to everyone and not just Sooyoung. Zico gasped. You and Namjoon shared knowing glances.
“MIDNIGHT MARIO CART TOURNAMENT!”
“You want some food?” Namjoon asked you, opening the pantry. You had both left the living room to stretch your legs.
“Yeah, I’m starving!” you told him. You sat down at the small circular kitchen table. Distant shouts could be heard from a few feet away.
“Why is it always those two that end up competing for the top spot?” Namjoon inquired, dimples protruding from his smile once again. You both glanced over at your two friends in the living room.
“Yah, Zico, stop distracting me!” Sooyoung grunted, slapping his arm away from her.
“Never! I’m gonna win!” he declared, biting his tongue in concentration.
“Sometimes I really question if they’re the older ones.” you commented. You and Namjoon always felt like the mom and dad of the friendship.
Namjoon chuckled at you, then looked back to the pantry. “Oh no.”
“Looks like we’re all out of chips and instant ramen.” he said nonchalantly.
“But… that’s the only food we eat.” you told him.
“Exactly.” He threw on a black hoodie and walked into the living room.
The two friends overheard your conversation.
“Joon, it’s 2 AM!” Sooyoung argued.
“Emergency run to the supermarket, we’re out of food, and only one of us can ride in the cart!”
“Stop here slave!” Zico decreed, holding up a hand.
Sooyoung gritted her teeth and pushed her arms forward. The cart when sailing into a bread shelf, with Zico in it.
“That was uncalled for!” the younger whined, throwing the fallen rolls back in their proper place.
“And throwing me out of the cart after I had already gotten in it just so you could be pushed around isn’t? she retaliated.
“Nevermind that, do you guys want shrimp or chicken ramen?” Namjoon asked, examining the shelf.
“I’ll eat any.” Sooyoung told him, leaning against the handle of the shopping cart.
“You sure do eat a lot for someone so slender!” you told her, receiving a smile.
“OH MY GOD, GUYS, THERE’S A PURIKURA PHOTO BOOTH!!!” Zico yelled, excitedly pointing at it. You all smiled at each other before springing into action. Namjoon dropped the ramen he was looking at and linked arms with you to run over to the booth, and Sooyoung quickly grabbed the cart and practically flew over to you.
You realized what a sight you all must be. Four college kids in sweats and disheveled hair, one in a shopping cart, at a super market at two in the morning to buy instant ramen, flying through the aisles and screaming over a photobooth.
“Squeeze, squeeze!” you directed, pushing everyone into the booth. “Someone will probably have to stand on the seat in the back.” Soon you were all sat down and started the process.
“Whoever’s adding these sparkly hearts on the frame needs to stop…” Namjooon commented in between photos.
“Sooyoung!” you exclaimed.
“It wasn’t me, I swear!” she argued, throwing up her hands.
Zico giggled from his place on the left.
“ZICO I SWEAR TO GOD”
“I’m home!” you declared as you walked through the front door. No response.
It was Thursday, and back to the normal schedule. You got off from work early. Usually, everyone was home by now…
“Sooyoung? Zico? Namjoon?” you asked, walking through the apartment. No signs of them anywhere. You wandered into the back half of the house to search in their rooms. You peeked in your room. Usually Sooyoung would be sprawled out across the floor doing some fashion sketches for class, but she wasn’t. You had to admit, it was strange that they would all leave without telling you. You walked out and looked at the door of Namjoon and Zico’s room. Now that you thought about it, you had never been in their room. You slowly walked towards the door and creeped inside. No one.
However, something did catch your eye. The inside looked about five times bigger than it did from the outside. The side walls were book shelves. This room didn’t look like it belonged in an apartment the size of yours. As you walked in, the walls seemed to keep extending, getting longer and longer. You were starting to get a little freaked out. The door looked a lot farther away than it did when you first thought you had reached the end.
You went over the the book shelf and picked up a black spiral notebook. Next to it was a container of pens. “Earth Progress Reports: Agent N.” It read. You furrowed your brows before flipping open to the first page.
A paragraph was written in strange writing. There were dots, shapes, triangles, and squiggly lines. However, right under it was an English translation.
“Year Two. Month 4. Day 22.”
Sooyoung and I have finally grasped the concept of the planet’s internal heating. After intense observation, we have observed over ninety galaxies from this planet alone. I feel that the great leader will be very pleased with our studies.”
“Zico has just finished repairing the ship. We should be able to make a short trip home to deliver samples of Earth soil in four days.”
You counted on your fingers. This was written four days ago… so that means, they would be gone right now. But where? What was this ‘home’ Namjoon wrote about? Who was the great leader?
“Why are you taking samples of the planet?” you asked yourself, setting down the notebook. “More importantly, why is your room so trippy? I wonder when they’ll get back…”
Ironically, as soon as you thought this, a loud clanging noise could be heard. The room began to shake and rattle. You sat down on the bed for protection, and waited for what would happen next. Soon, the shaking stopped, and a noise like a tea kettle sounded.
Suddenly, the closet door opened. A huge cloud a smoke flew out of it, revealing three shadows. You assumed it was your friends.
“Well that was a nice little trip.” A woman said stepping forward. She had blue hair, little blue specks across her face, and wore a dress of chrome silver.
“I think we discovered a lot throughout these last few weeks about life science on Earth.” A voice that sounded like Namjoon’s said. It came from a man with pink colored skin, and orange curly hair.
“Just think of how far we’ve come!” An energetic boyish voice came from the last member. He had two little yellow antennae sprouting from his purple hair, which brushed over his large green eyes. “I mean, we came as secret agents who were trying to figure Earth out, and now we know everything from how an ant’s legs work to how the moon affects the tides!” You noticed how the inside of the closet was chrome, and had blue plastic accents. It looked like something out of a sci-fi movie.
The three laughed, then walked towards the bookshelf you were standing by. Their smiles dropped once they saw you, looking shocked and nervous. They widened their eyes.
Author’s Note: I don’t care it they’re aliens or weird, living with these three would be like a dream! Hope you enjoyed this. I’ll be resolving this in the next part :-)