HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LOVE! (You know who you are. Since you’re celebrating your day of birth, I felt like I should give you this gift [since it’s the only gift I can give you].)
**Although this was written with a specific person in mind, I hope you all still enjoy this thing.**
Warnings: Smut, Language, badly written fluff
Word Count: 1241
ROOM FOR RENT
The sign stuck out like a blaring sign from the heavens. Had your prayers finally been answered? Three weeks of looking for a new place to live, and you happened across this house by sheer accident? Had you not been roaming around this neighborhood with your camera, you would have missed it.
Climbing up the stairs, you walked up to the window that held the sign, you pulled your cellphone from the massive pocket of your jean jacket, dialing the number immediately. There was no answer, causing you to panic for a moment. Had you thought too far ahead? Would you have to keep looking? Slightly defeated, you readied yourself to hang up when a deep voice caught you by surprise, “This is Song Mino. I missed you, but leave your name and number, and I’ll get back to you.”
“Th-this is, __________. I, uh, saw your sign for the room? If you could please call me back….” You drifted off, not sure what else to say. In another moment of slight panic, you hurriedly disconnected the call, shoving your phone back into your pocket and quickly retreating away from the house. You face palmed and glanced longingly back at the house that you were all but running away from. Slowing to a walk, you thought seriously, If I pass on this, will I be able to find another place to stay? Chances were, you’d be looking forever. Especially for a low-rent room in a neighborhood as nice as this one. Standing still, you did a scan of your surroundings, lifting your camera to your eyes and snapping pictures of the things you saw. The tabby cat sitting in a flower shop window, gazing lazily at the passersby. The toddler with melting ice cream dripping down his chubby little fingers. The wind blowing a stack of flyers out of an elder woman’s hands, scattering the multi-colored pieces of paper all over the sidewalk.
The beauty you were able to capture through the lens of the camera you held firmly in your hands never ceased to amaze you. Each shot held a story, whether it was a long story, or a few simple words. You lived for the art of photo taking. Heart-stopping, awe-inspiring. That’s how you would describe the things you saw through your camera lens. It was like a whole new world had been laid out before you. You smiled up at the sky as you lifted the strap attached to your camera around your head before you let the camera go, resting it against your stomach. The day was bright, and the air felt fresh. You had a feeling that you’d be getting a call back from this Song Mino person very soon.
The call had come sooner than you’d expected.
You were rounding the corner, leaving that street behind when your phone buzzed in your pocket. It was him. “H-hello?” You answered timidly. “Uhm, yeah. You called about my room?” His voice sounded even deeper, like he’d just woken up. You nibbled at your thumbnail, thinking. You’d never roomed with a man that wasn’t a family member before. Should I tell him that I changed my mind? “Hello?” You jumped at his voice, forgetting that you were on the phone. “Oh! Yes. I, uh…would like to maybe…meet and discuss the erm…room for rent.” There was a pause and you grew nervous. Was this a good idea? “Do you have time right now?” He questioned. You nodded twice before remembering that he couldn’t see you. “Sure.”
“You can actually swing by now if you wanted.” Now? “O-okay.” Disconnecting, you stopped in your tracks and turned around, going back the way you’d come.
Knocking on the door, you stepped back and waited for him to let you in. Your nerves hit you again, and you turned to the one thing that kept you rooted to the real world, your camera. Just as you were about to snap a few shots, the door opened. You whirled around, but as you were about to extend your hand to him, the wind chose then to blow your hair right into your line of sight. You stumbled backward and tried to pull the thick locks from your face, losing your footing. A pair of strong hands grasped on to the tops of your arms just as you had taken a step too far, almost wiping out at the top of the stairs. “Whoa! Are you okay?” There it was again. That voice. That velvety voice. Steadying yourself, you pushed your hair from your face and gazed up at the owner of said voice. There was no such thing as love at first sight, but had it existed, that’s what you felt right then and there. There weren’t words that could possibly describe the level of fine this man possessed. “Holy shit.” You breathed. A look of confusion passed over his features before he smiled at you, all but blinding you with the brightness of his impossibly white teeth, “I’m sorry?”
Face hot with embarrassment, you stuck out your hand, “_____________.” A short introduction. Which left no room for tripping over your own name. “Mino.” He responding, copying your short greeting, taking your hand in his. You did a once over of his face and silently cursed him for having such perfect skin. How dare he? And what were his secrets? Letting your hand go, he stepped to the side, pushing his front door open wider with the heel of his socked foot. “Come on in.” He smiled, ushering you inside. You stepped past him, ignoring the way your arm heat up when you lightly brushed against him. The house was simply decorated, modern, monochromatic. Expensive. You’d seen a lot of these furniture pieces in pictures in one of those magazines that featured the homes of the rich and privileged. “This is really nice.” You mused out loud. Mino brushed past you, leaving a trail of his cologne behind him. He smiled at you again and you were starting to reconsider contacting him about the room.
“So the room……you don’t have to pay rent. It’s more so that I need someone here to look after the house when I go away for work.”
“I’m looking for a roommate, this much is true. But I don’t need or want money. Just companionship, and someone trustworthy enough to handle business while I’m gone.” You were quiet for a moment as you weighed this information in your mind. You’d get to live there rent free, and all you had to do was take care of the house when he was gone for work? Sounded like a good deal to you. “Have you not had any luck finding a roommate?” You asked. You were curious. This seemed like a such an ideal setup, you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that the room was still available. “I get vibes from people, and the people that have come through so far weren’t right. But I like you. You seem real cool.”
You hid your smile, ducking your head and allowing your hair to curtain around your face as you fiddled with your camera. “I can show you around if you’re still interested in the room.” He gestured towards a hallway, still smiling. You hesitated for a moment before raising your head and meeting his warm gaze with a smile of your own. “Yeah, sure.”
[to be continued]