Monday the 22nd, Oct 2018.

The already whisked eggs poured into the frying pan and spread out in a ruffled circle. They crackled for a few minutes, before they were turned over carefully with a spoon—back into the shape of a circle. The top side gasped in air for another two or three minutes, as the bottom kissed the hot surface; switching turns, until they got whipped unto a small plate by the same spoon that had turned them.

Seokjin had always loved how his eggs managed to never lose shape as he turned them over in the frying pan. Whether it was a circular one, or one that was sort of like a square (he thought making a circle every time wasn't too exciting) or maybe even a triangle (he didn't understand what had made him want to try that in the first place—but alas, it had turned out great) when the eggs were out the pan, they were always the same shape as they became when they were poured in.

It was the same with pancakes; when he flipped, it was into a perfect circle; never bending at the edge or folding into two. Or again, he could instead flip squares—depending on his feeling about shapes that morning.

Seokjin had already finished his tea though. Rather than have it together with his bread and eggs, he preferred to drink it just after he woke up; when he would stand in the balcony that looked over the town from his apartment and let the cold morning air hit him from whatever angle it wished. That was his way of "waking up" for the new day; of preparing himself for all that was going to unfold.

Not that he knew of anything that was going to happen—he didn't have any foreseeing abilities, of course; but it just made him feel content, relaxed, and ready to jump headlong into the next phase of the day.

He wouldn't have felt too keen on the idea of being all knowing either way. The fear of the unknown was enough.

He browsed through his phone as he sat on the two-man dining table between the kitchen and the living room, eating his eggs. He wasn't looking through instagram, nor facebook—tiktok was a tall order—he found himself unable to daily follow through such socials.

The updates were just so much and they sort of hurt his brain whenever he thought of how much time it would take before he was done seeing all of the posts he missed the previous day, (because apparently people liked to post) and so he just stopped doing it altogether. He knew he would have tons of notifications from those apps; it had been say, a month? since he last checked what was up on them.

The thought of getting his phone rid of the apps had come one too many times, and on that morning he felt it knock on the door to his rationality again. If you don't need it, why keep it? But he couldn't bring himself to do it really.

Namjoon had set up the accounts for him.

So instead, he scrolled through his university departmental website page for any important information and updates.

Sometimes he would browse through for baking tutorials, or movie reviews or through pages of guitar gurus' lessons, so he could learn a bunch of stuff to show the professor in class for "personal learning skill show hour", where the students would enlighten the lecturer on various things and stuff they've been learning on their own, and he would grade them for it. This sort of class happened once a week, but Seokjin would still look through these lessons every day, just because he liked doing so.

He was a film major, so he loved to just raid the internet in search of whatever source of the filming industry's inclusions, because those helped him gain as much knowledge as possible on what he had chosen to spend his time studying in college.

He wondered if anyone else in his class ransacked the internet for studying purposes as much as he did. He didn't really care for the answer to that. As long as he did it with a mind to enjoy the process of educating himself, being the smartest in class didn't matter.

However, he didn't mind having snapchat so he could take quality pictures of his angel hands caressed facial features.

He knew he was pretty good-looking—it wasn't that hard to notice—but he would never plainly affirm it in front of anyone other than his bathroom mirror. Seokjin was a simple, unassuming, shy bub.

He chewed on a piece of bread.

A text from Taehyung made his phone ting.

'Hey buddy. Don't forget to bring your work to class. Assignments are due today!'

Seokjin smiled. He had already done it. Two weeks prior to that day, even. He had found it too much fun to leave undone anyway. His left hand's thumb began to coast back and forth on the reflective screen.

'Sure. How did it go for you?'

'Quite stressful, but pretty good. I found the reference sources quite early, hehe. Joon on the other hand is going through a crisis right now. He had to rush out quick this morning to get his work printed out.'

Seokjin took a look at the time on his phone. It was 6:49am.

'Earlier than now? He does know that the printing shop doesn't open till 8?'

'His business, not mine.'

Seokjin let out a small gasp, before his fingers began flying over the screen again.

'Why wouldn't you let him know?'

'He wouldn't listen when I asked him to get references with me last week. Said there was more than enough time and he didn't have to rush. Now he has to eat his ice-cream alone after letting it melt. And you just gasped, didn't you?'

Seokjin's teeth peeped as he smiled. Taehyung felt psychic a lot of times, and to be honest, he didn't mind.

And about Namjoon, he made a little mental note to cheer him up after their class. They would go out to get burgers and iced fruity milkshakes, his treat.

'You're kinda really mean, Tae. I'm sure I'd make a much better roommate than you could.'

'You can have him anytime you want. Is today fine? You can start living here in the dorms with Joon and I'll move to your apartment. I could start packing right now, if you wouldn't mind.'

Seokjin scooped his last bite of eggs into his mouth.

'I would throw you into my oven and roast you for a nice 20 minutes till you're a fine crisp.'

That would throw that idea out of his window, he thought, with a grin.

'Ooh. I wonder if Joon knows this side of you, Mr-better-roommate-than-I-could-ever-be.'

Seokjin got up, moved to the kitchen and dumped the used dishes in the sink.

'Nothing I can't teach him if he ever tried to learn.'

'Ooh I see. Got goose bumps all over for him lmao'

Seokjin smiled again.

'I couldn't actually do anything, you know?'

'Of course. You couldn't even kill that cockroach when it flew over to you during practice. You threw your guitar and ran out the door lmao. Ah... reminds me. You've got to fix that guitar today or you won't get to finish learning the rest of the piece with the class.'

Seokjin remembered the broken guitar in the corner of his bedroom. He suddenly felt really embarrassed. There was no way he could have sacrificed his soft locks as a nest for that cockroach. His rationality just would not allow it.

'Let's drop it off at the repairer's some time today. And stop it about the cockroach. You know I couldn't help it.'

Seokjin set his phone down on the counter and began to clean the dishes. He hated leaving stuff undone after he used them. Just the thought of having to meet them there when he got back home irked him; maybe not making his bed after he got up, not washing the dishes, or simply not putting things back in place after he used them.

He finished up quickly and went up to his room to get his backpack. He had already packed it up ready the day before—again one of the many things Seokjin liked to do to make stuff easier for him in his nearest future.

As he got his shoes (also already wiped the day before), he wondered if being like this would always seem like a blessing. It always did—it was not as though he was trying to build up a habit or something—he was made this way, and in all honesty, it didn't feel bad.

It made his life seem like there was some form to it somehow; being in control of somethings that concerned how his outlook for the day would be like.

He liked to do as much as he could to make stuff feel smooth for him. He also felt that by being this way, people around him would benefit too. He thought of Taehyung.

Taehyung learnt that way of life from him, and he was doing well—maybe not being that careful about everything, (he had once donned fluffy bedroom slippers to class in a rush and no one had noticed till about half the day was gone) but at least he was getting assignments done early, and that was something.

He wondered if he could somehow imbibe the early assignment culture in Namjoon too. Then he quickly dismissed the thought for fear of being too controlling. He would ask Namjoon first to get his permission. But then he knew that Joon would refuse, his defence being that the pressure helped him work better. He wondered if he'd just secretly try to get him living the culture.

Then he wondered if that would be even more controlling than openly having him learn it.

Seokjin went out his bedroom and back into the living room space. He got his phone from the kitchen platform. He paused before he put it into his pocket, quickly checking to see if there was a new message from Tae.

There was.

'I'll think about it... not.'

With a huff, Seokjin put his phone in his pocket. He unwrapped a bonbon from the bunch he had in a little basket on the same counter he had left his phone and popped it into his mouth.

He went to the door and unlocked it, about to leave. He gave the room a quick glance around, stopping at the kitchen space. He walked back, picked one more bonbon and put it in his pocket (not the one that had his phone because he didn't want it to get squished).

For good measure, he thought, smiling for the umpteenth time that morning, before walking out the door. He gave it a good shut and a well thought out lock, secured by the four coded numbers of the keypad.

It didn't matter how careful Seokjin had been that morning. Or how well planned he had mapped the day in his head.

He had still forgotten his broken guitar in the corner of his room, encased in its box, the same place where it lay when he thought of it after he had received Taehyung's text.

It was 7:34am.

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