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Sunday morning, an inter-dimensional rift opens up in the bathroom, which all in all, ruins Soobin’s shower karaoke indefinitely. He’s rushing outside in a matter of a seconds, shampoo in his hair, and a towel haphazardly tied ‘round his waist. There’s a pit in his stomach, as he closes the door onto what can only be described as a churning hole of nothingness, that had appeared in the basin between Soobin singing the words: ‘Thank you’ and ‘Next’.
He locks the door, just in case, chest heaving before he heads towards the one person who is somehow always responsible—accidentally, or not—for all the strange occurrences that occur in their shared apartment.
“What the fuck did you do?” Soobin practically growls, as he enters the kitchen, dripping soapy water all over the carpet.
At this point it’s the least of his worries.
Beomgyu’s standing in front of the cheap coffee machine they both invested in during the first month of Soobin shifting in. He looks half-dead, long black hair sticking out like Odi’s quills, soft blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
His roommate’s focus is on the black coffee slowly dripping into his cup when he answers, “Is this about the glitching chair? Cause I swear that it disappeared like two days ago, but if it’s appeared again-“
“-What? No!” Soobin does not have the braincells left to comprehend any other problem right now, “There’s a…”
Where should he even begin?
“There’s a freaking pit in our bathroom, like a rift or something,” Soobin sighs, “Just…what did you do this time?”
“What the-I didn’t do anything?” Beomgyu finally deigns to make eye contact with Soobin. The dark circles underneath his eyes make him vaguely look like a panda and any other time Soobin would be endeared but now is really not the fucking time, “I mean, maybe I did? Wait…”
There’s a pause as they both stare at each other; Soobin exasperated, edging on anger and Beomgyu simply contemplative.
“Ok no, my literature assignment was kicking my ass, so it couldn’t have been me but maybe…”
Soobin feels a headache approaching as he desperately tries not to scream. “Beomgyu” he calls out his roommates name as a warning.
Beomgyu sighs, “Ok fine, I’ll check it out, before my morning coffee,” he whines like Soobin should be fucking grateful “Honestly, it’s probably just a spell or talisman that malfunctioned, nothing to lose your head over, hyung”
Yeah, Soobin’s not taking his chances. “You said that about the blood fountain,” his tone is accusatory (as it should be) while he follows closely behind Beomgyu down the corridor. It would be comical to an outsider’s perspective: a tall, lanky half-naked man hiding behind his shorter roommate wearing a fluffy white blanket.
“And we survived, with little-to-no damage,” Beomgyu says dismissively, stopping before the bathroom door.
“It was a fucking blood fountain and the decapitated arm definitely counts as damage.”
“It wasn’t either of ours, you’re such a-” Beomgyu stops abruptly, jerking his head to the side before pressing his ear to the still shut bathroom door.
Soobin holds his breath, hands gripping the material of his roommate’s blanket tightly.
“Do you…hear that?” Beomgyu doesn’t sound scared, more confused.
Soobin concentrates, not completely sure what his roommate’s talking about; that in itself is a regular occurrence, though. Closing his eyes for a second, he focuses on the sound of his breathing, his errant heartbeat.
“I can’t-“
“Shhh,” Beomgyu turns around, squishing Soobin’s cheeks together, staring deep into his eyes, “Try realllly hard”.
They were standing too close to begin with, but now that they’re facing each other with Beomgyu’s warm fingers touching his face, Soobin can feel the heat bleeding through his cheeks, creeping down his neck. He shuts his eyes, trying to focus on anything but the presence of his hot roommate right in front of him.
Huh, Beomgyu’s hands kinda smell like kimchi-
—He hears it: the sound.
Immediately Soobin’s eyes flutter open, his hands coming up to grasp Beomgyu’s wrists, his mouth gaping a bit at the improbability of it all, because-
“-Is that….hold music?”
It has to be; while there’s something eerily alien about the tune, it’s also startlingly familiar, like the pleasant notes that play every time you take an elevator, or the bland music you hear any time customer service puts you on-hold, or the sounds you hear while waiting in the lobby for a dentist appointment.
Beomgyu snaps his fingers, “Of course!” He slams the door open (in hindsight, Soobin will question how he did so without unlocking the door but then he’ll dismiss that because its Choi fucking Beomgyu), and rushes in. The pit has become bigger, churning even faster as the music grows loud enough for Soobin to press the heels of his hands against his ears. Which is something he immediately gives up on when he realises that the churning pit is sucking in all of the air, and his towel is dangerously close to getting swept away by the wind. He clasps a hand around the fabric, wishing he’d had the time to put on pants because he really doesn’t want to die stark naked in his own bathroom.
Is it any better to die stark naked in someone else’s bathroom? Soobin doesn’t know.
He’s pinning his hopes on not dying at all, but it’s hard not to consider that particular outcome.
“So, the good news is: I’m not responsible for this. Kinda. And it isn’t really dangerous. Just don’t… you know, step too close or you’ll get sucked into the rift and that would not be good,” Beomgyu manages to yell over the sound of the wind.
Soobin watches forlornly as his expensive coconut shampoo is sucked into the rift.
(Beomgyu’s going to pay for that later. Or is he?)
“Why is there an inter-dimensional rift in our bathroom?” Soobin takes a step back, dragging his roommate by the arm as he does so; the wind has increased in its velocity, and Beomgyu’s blanket is alarmingly close to getting sucked in by the rift.
“Okay one, it’s not an inter-dimensional rift, I mean: it could be, but not necessarily. There’s a fifty-percent chance that it could also just be an intra-dimensional rift-” Soobin must be looking close to murderous right now because Beomgyu pauses a bit, lips pursing in self awareness before he sighs, “It’s a portal basically, someone’s trying to come through and when they do, it will close.”
“I’m sorry, are you expecting visitors?” Soobin’s voice comes out high and strangled, partially because it’s getting harder to talk (and breathe) with the wind roaring around them. There’s various objects orbiting around the rift now.
“I don’t know, maybe it’s for you?
If he weren’t terrified for his life right now, Soobin would have punched Beomgyu in the face.
Instead, he clings onto his roommate as the sound becomes deafening. His hair has completely dried now, whipping around his face and making life a teensy bit harder.
Somehow, amidst all the chaos Beomgyu remains the only calm thing, unmoving and unflinching against the terrifying portal.
And then, just when it feels like Soobin’s ear drums are going to implode, it all stops.
There’s a ringing to Soobin’s ears as he tries to stand upright. He can make out a figure that’s standing amongst the wreckage. Bubblegum pink is the first thing that pops up in his head when he squints at the silhouette through his blurry vision.
Beomgyu gasps, “You”.
The figure turns and as Soobin’s vision clears he manages to make out more blurry details, specifically pitch black eyes trained towards his very soul.
Something curls at the base of his gut. There is absolutely nothing human about that gaze.
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The sound is melodically grating against Soobin’s ears, it rumbles and sets a pit in his stomach. He doesn’t remember how but Soobin's legs have collapsed underneath him and his palms are pressed against the cold floor. A part of him screams at him to run away and yet another, larger voice whispers, Come closer.
“Why are you here?” Beomgyu asks, it comes from so far away, like Soobin’s hearing him through a glass wall.
The creatures’s dark gaze shifts away, mouth opening to reveal a set of sharp teeth that look like they could tear him in half.
And before he can hear that creature speak again Soobin collapses.
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Soobin first meets Beomgyu on a rainy day.
He’s a desperate man, grasping at straws; he’s just about had it with his roommate. Hours of fruitless apartment hunting had been interrupted by the shitty weather, leading him to seek refuge in the convenience store nearest to the alley he had been walking in.
He was dripping water on to the marble flooring and the employee at the counter is nice enough to ignore his state. She’s humming, earbuds in her ears as she sways slightly to the beat while mopping up the mess he’s left behind.
Soobin slurps miserably at his ramen, glancing at his phone screen (unresponsive now due to the sudden rain; he’s going to have to put it in a bag of rice grains and hope for the best) when the bell chimes. He looks up - instinctively- and Soobin’s breath is snatched from his lungs, if only for a moment.
The man who enters is wearing earphones himself, one bud popped out and hair long enough to be tucked behind his ear. The umbrella hanging from his hand is pitch black and strangely dry. What’s even stranger is that he doesn’t buy anything, simply browsing the shelves with a practised disinterest, his chunky boots leaving no watery footprints.
Soobin stares a bit before flushing and turning away because now’s not the time to be a creep Soobin, in fact there’s never a time to be a creep.
He lasts a minute before looking up again, only to almost get a heart attack when he notices the man staring at him, wide eyes boring into his soul in a way that surprises Soobin rather than scare him.
Maybe it’s the whole Maltese puppy look this guy has going on, it’s hard to find him scary.
(Soobin still stands by that statement. That’s not to say that Beomgyu is not terrifying, he’s a force to be reckoned with but he’s never intentionally harmed anyone, not that Soobin knows of at least…)
Slowly the man approaches him, in a way that only confirms Soobin’s Maltese puppy comparison. He stops, just a step away and removes the other earbud as well.
“Hello, I’m Beomgyu”.
There’s a sense of unease that Soobin feels at the back of his head from being approached by a stranger, nonetheless he offers a short hi back, refusing to give his name like Beomgyu did.
The stranger doesn’t seem disheartened, sitting on the plastic chair opposite Soobin, “I’ve seen you around, you’re a…Psych major, right?”
“Y-yeah,” Soobin stammers a bit, not expecting this man to go to the same college as him, especially considering how far they are from campus (when Soobin said he was desperate to move, he truly meant it).
“I’m sorry,” Soobin tries again, this time calmer. “Have we met before?”
Beomgyu shakes his head, fingers idly tapping the table between the two of them, his fingernails are painted a deep maroon, chipped slightly at the edges and Soobin’s gaze lingers there for a moment before his eyes sweep up to the delicate silver chain resting against the strangers throat, strange charms attached to the chain, “Nope, I saw you singing during the open mic last semester, recognised you from there, Choi…Soobin, right?”
Soobin nods, feeling oddly flustered. He remembers the school festival vividly, especially considering he had gotten just drunk enough for Kai to convince him into a duet on Naruto’s opening song.
“Knew I was right!” Beomgyu snaps his fingers in triumph, “I was sure of your surname cause we had the same one, wasn’t so sure of the first name though…”
Soobin wishes he had more to say but he can’t think of anything at the top of his head save for his miserable roommate situation and half-filtered, careless observations about the cute boy in front of him that would probably be something straight out our his high-school journal.
Beomgyu talks enough for the both of them somehow, telling him tidbits about himself and prompting Soobin to answer back in a way that feels less forced and more honest.
During their first meeting Choi Soobin can’t help but note down the little details that make up Choi Beomgyu in his head:
- He’s a music major, which is both fitting and also not at the same time.
- He has a knack for speaking, enough that he manages to coax Soobin to start a conversation with him.
- His favourite colour is red.
- Choi Beomgyu failed to get his driver’s licence twice, hence why he’s taken to using the city bus wherever he goes.
Which also prompts Soobin to ask:
“Hey, if you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing all the way out here? We’re pretty far from campus?
Beomgyu blinks back at him, pausing briefly before speaking, “I’m here to find a roommate, my last one dropped out and I can’t afford rent for the apartment on my own.”
It's a miraculous coincidence and it takes a while for Soobin to understand that's because it never really was one.
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Kai seems a bit sceptical when he mentions it. Then he looks at the picture that Beomgyu had taken when he had snatched Soobin's phone and saved his contact information.
"You horny bastard," he says with glee before laughing like a crazed dolphin.
"You horny bastard," Taehyun repeats, less with glee and more with exasperation, "You know it's not a good idea to fuck your future roommate?"
This is one of the rare moments when Soobin is kind of glad that the two of them are across his phone screen. It makes it easier to relay his points across without breaking into a spluttering mess.
“It’s not like I have any other options. Look, his flat is close to college, I get my own room so we both have our own space and I’m pretty sure he’s not a murderer.”
“Hyung,” the screen is blurry but Soobin’s pretty sure that Taehyun’s levelling him with a dirty look.
“Look, it’s fine!” Soobin defends himself, “If this arrangement is shit, I just have to wait four months until summer break and then we can all rent an apartment together”
“I can’t wait for that,” Kai flops down on his bed and all Soobin can make out are his sock clad feet, “High-school sucks, can’t wait to get drunk at the big university parties.”
“We all know that you’re going to stay cooped up in your room and only come out for gaming and family outings,” Soobin shoots back at him and the younger whines at him from across the screen.
Taehyun sighs, his expression impossibly fond, “Hyung, you better not end up dead in a ditch.” His tone is somewhat teasing. Soobin thinks.
“That’s true,” Kai says and he actually sounds serious, “You’ve always been weak when it comes to pretty boys.”
“That’s not true !”
Taehyun snorts, “It is, don’t deny it. You have a type hyung and this dude fits it perfectly”.
Soobin decides to not deign that statement with a response.
“Right!” Kai agrees enthusiastically, he’s still lying on the bed but Soobin’s pretty sure he’s smirking, “Remember Jeongin-“
“-Okay!” Soobin shouts, his face feels warm as he tries (and fails) to forget that sorrowful summer night in eleventh grade,”He's hot, I can’t deny that…” he starts and Soobin’s getting somewhere, he just needs a moment to collect his thoughts.
Then his roommate comes in, face flushed with alcohol and an equally drunk girl hanging behind him, " Hey you don't mind fucking off for a bit right? Or you can join....but let's not make this gay or anything, I’m not a fag”.
Soobin winces slightly before looking back at the screen "...I really need to get the fuck out of here".
And the rest is well, history.
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When Soobin comes to, it’s pitch black. He panics for a few moments before realising that he has a sleeping mask on his face and aggressively taking it off.
He’s in his room, baby blue blanket tucked in and magically dressed in his pyjamas. He almost entertains the though that what happened to him was just a dream but there’s still shampoo drying in his hair and if there’s one thing he’s learnt over his time rooming with Choi Beomgyu then it’s that his truth is stranger than fiction.
For the second time that day, Soobin rushes out into the kitchen, "Choi-"
And because life can never be simple for Choi Soobin, when he rushes to the living room cum kitchen area (in his bunny print pyjama shorts that Beomgyu got as a gag gift) to shout at said roommate, he's instead greeted by some random dude eating cereal at their kitchen counter.
(The random dude is one of the hottest people he's seen but that's not a priority right now)
Soobin stops, gaping slightly before shutting his mouth. There's no Beomgyu in sight, which may or may not be a thing to worry about.
"If you're talking about Beomgyu, he's gone out".
The man answers for him, still crunching on what Soobin has come to realise is his Honey Crunch cereal.
"I'm sorry but who the fuck are you?"
The dude stares at him in a way that bores into the depths of Soobin's soul. It's a bit intense because inspite his pink hair and pouty lips, he cuts an imposing figure.
The man narrows his eyes slightly before a smirk stretches across his face; a tad bit too wide and a touch sinister for Soobin to feel amused.
In fact, he's pretty sure normal teeth aren't supposed to be this sharp.
"Aw, forgot about me already? After you fainted I was sure that I left an impression."
It takes Soobin a beat too long realise who no what is in front of him.
Bubblegum pink.
"You- you're-" the thing that appeared out of the portal, that being that Soobin could barely get a look at but the sounds it made, it felt like a knife piercing into Soobin's ears but-
-it was also enchanting, and beautiful, a voice he yearned to go home to inspite of the fact that he was sure he'd only be eaten alive.
Soobin feels a bit light headed, he doesn't finish his sentence, instead takes a seat across the still smirking man.
“All right, I'll start again, excuse my behaviour earlier, what are you and what's your relationship with my roommate?"
Beomgyu clearly trusts him enough if he's left the man alone in their house with a sleeping Soobin.
Either that or Beomgyu's dead in a cupboard somewhere which Soobin sincerely hopes is not the case. Shit, he could not have found a more inconvenient time to faint, now there's all of these gaps that he has to scramble around to fill.
“I’m Yeonjun,” the pink-haired man introduces himself, the unnatural smirk turns into something more amused as he leans forward, not exactly invading Soobin’s space but making him nervous nevertheless, “As for my relationship with Beomgyu, you could say that we’re close”.
Yeonjun doesn’t elaborate any further and after a while Soobin blinks back and lets out a little ‘oh, okay’.
“So…”
“So what?” Soobin shoots back, mind still trying to make sense of what the suggestive close meant.
“Aren’t you going to give me yours?” Yeonjun leans in impossibly closer and Soobin never quite realised how tiny their dining table was before this.
“My what?” He chokes out.
“Your name,” Yeonjun flutters his eyelashes, still staring into Soobin’s soul.
“I-“
The door slams open, causing both of them to jump away, Soobin in shock and Yeonjun with a grumble.
“I’m back,” Beomgyu yells out like he always does, he pauses slightly when he sees the two of them in the kitchen, “Oh, Soobin you woke up….and met Yeonjun”
“That’s hyung to you,” they both exclaim at the same time, Soobin jerks his head back, Yeonjun’s surprised face mirroring his own.
(He looks less scary and more human that way, eyes wide and pouty lips shaped into a small ‘o’)
“Great,” Beomgyu groans out, “There's two of you now”.
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Here’s a fun fact about Choi Soobin, as much as he freaks out about the supernatural (with good reason, he was blissfully unaware of it until about eighteen months go) he settles in quiet well once the shock has hit and he feels more curious and morbidly enamoured rather than anything else.
(The fear remains of course, somewhere at the back of his mind but Soobin has come to realise that his survival instincts may be slightly fucked in the head.)
So, somehow he manages to sit through Beomgyu handing Yeonjun a pack of raw steak, with plastic wrap and everything with a simple, ‘Here you go’ and watches as the older unwraps the thing, sets it up nicely on a plate and eats the thing raw, blood dripping onto to their ceramic plate as he does.
Soobin turns towards his roommate (which is pretty easy, considering that their dining table is too small for three grown men to sit around comfortably) , eyes narrowed, “You have a lot of explaining to do.”
For once, Beomgyu has no jokes to make, instead nodding quite seriously and answering with a simple, “I know.”
Soobin waits exactly twenty seconds before the silence becomes stifling.
"Well?"
"Well," Beomgyu repeats, picking at his fingernails, "This is Yeonjun," he gestures half heartedly at the man(?) besides them, "And he's my..."
"I'm a siren," Yeonjun fills in, saving Soobin from bursting a blood vessel "And I came to catch up with Gyu cause he owes me a favour and-" he shrugs "- We have a mutual problem".
"Right," Soobin tries -and immediately fails- to maintain eye contact with the siren before shifting his gaze back to Beomgyu's soft brown eyes, "Care to elaborate?"
Beomgyu finally does look back at him, lips pursed together.
"Sorry, what Yeonjun said is true. I owe him a favour and- we...do have a problem," he shifts his gaze to the pink haired man, "I thought we had more time though."
His tone edges on accusatory and Soobin's mind is racing. Beomgyu's gaze is on Yeonjun now, the look between them intense.
He feels like an outsider, peering in.
Soobin's always been aware of the fact that his roommate has things he hides. Heck, he’s still not completely sure what Beomgyu is. Soobin guessed that he was some sort of a witch once and the younger had simply nodded his head and gone back to getting his ass beat in Mario Cart.
He just wishes that Beomgyu wasn't so damn cryptic all the time.
"You convinced yourself that we had more time. The deal has always been twenty-one years, Beomie.”
Something clicks in Soobin's head.
"Beomgyu, your birthday is in two months..."
He distinctly remembers the last one, it wasn't a grand celebration by any means but there was cake and confetti. Taehyun and Kai had joined as well, having been acquainted with Beomgyu since they joined university. It was fun and Soobin remembers a gift being left at their doorstep, the doorbell ringing at exactly midnight.
When Soobin had opened the door, he had found a box lying on the mat outside their apartment. It was made of a deep blue velvet, no note attached and no address relaying back to it and when he had brought it back in Beomgyu had eyed it warily before snatching it away from him and putting it in his room. He didn’t bring it up again.
The next day, there was a new charm resting against his collarbone, a soft pink gemstone that glowed against the sunlight.
“Have you told him nothing?” A nasally voice cuts in, reeling Soobin out of his thoughts and prompting him to look at the siren.
He flinches slightly when he realises the latter is looking back at him, gaze sharp and imploring this time. “How long have you know Gyu?” Yeonjun asks.
“A year….and a half,” he answers back automatically before the previous words register in his head, “Wait, what does he mean by that, Beomgyu?”
Yeonjun laughs instead. It sounds beautiful but there’s a bitterness to it that Soobin cannot comprehend.
That seems to be a running theme.
“Really? He lasted that long and he still doesn’t know? I didn’t know you had it in you to be so cruel,” the siren smiles somewhat ruefully at Beomgyu.
“Shut up.”
Soobin’s never heard Beomgyu sound this enraged. He’s an easy going man, fun loving inspite of the dangerous situations they find themselves in. Of course there have been incidents when he’s feeling down and doesn’t want to talk but Choi Beomgyu isn’t the type of man to get angry.
Currently he looks like he wants to gauge Yeonjun’s eyes out.
“Gyu-” Soobin takes his roommate’s clenched fists in his hands, prompting the younger to look up at him “-Tell me what’s going on. What’s going to happen on your birthday?”
“Nothing!” He hisses out, “Nothing’s going to happen because Yeonjun hyung and I are going to find a way out.”
“Right. Okay,” Soobin tries to keep his voice soft and reassuring even there’s something dangerously close to jealously roaring in him, “Nothing’s going to happen but you have to tell me what you need help with so that I can help you too. You trust me right?”
“Of course.” Beomgyu’s reply is instant, leaving no room for doubts and something in Soobin’s heart settles.
“Then tell me,” he pleads.
“I’ll tell you what it is little human,” Soobin jerks back when he hears Yeonjun’s voice close to his ear. The siren is standing right behind him, not too close but enough for him to sense the warmth behind him. He didn’t even notice when he got up, “Choi Beomgyu was promised to me. It’s quite stupid actually. He messed up a spell ritual when we were younger and bound us together, or at least, we will be bound together on his twenty-first birthday and-” he leans in impossibly closer, lips ghosting the back of his head “-I get to collect his soul.”
And then its over, Soobin’s breath stuck in his throat as Yeonjun stands up straight and moves into their field of view, hands tucked into his pant pockets and a slight tilt to his lips, “Of course, that’s not going to happen if-” he levels Beomgyu a stern look “-We work together on this”
The siren places a hand on Beomgyu’s shoulder, the action gentle and familiar and Soobin notices the ring on his finger. It’s a simple enough one, silver in colour and a gem embedded into the band.
“You can’t keep on running away from me”
It’s the exact same shade of pink as the charm that Beomgyu has hanging from his throat.