Now that the neighbors had been exchanged, Hyunjin stepped into Minho's previous room, where the big gun bois (you know them, you love them: Chan and Changbin) had kept his luggage. As soon as he swung open the door, holding his bottle cap collection, his graceful eyes met with the blandest room ever. There was a cupboard, a bed, and a random chair in the room, which was piled with used clothes and god knows what else. 

Seeing that, Hyunjin dropped his box of bottle caps. If you look closely, it looks like a scene out of Miss Kanta's Indian daily soaps. 

"What happened?" Jisung scurried over to the drama llama. 

"This is a room?" Hyunjin gasped. 

"Does it look like a prison cell to you?" 

"Um, yeah?" 

On the opposite side of the Kkami-pissed grass lawns, Minho entered into Hyunjin's previous room, only to have a cardiac arrest at the amount of color in the chamber. The walls were wallpaper-clad, multi-colored and extravagant. The bed-side table had the entirety of the Twilight books set, the mirror before it had as table that lacked skincare products, and... wait, why were there posters of Park Jinyoung and Donatella Versace?

"Park Jinyoung? Isn't he the guy in the music band at our college?" Minho questioned, and Ava, who stood behind him, sighed, saying, "That guy was Hyunjin's first crush. He doesn't like him like that anymore, though." 

"Then why hasn't he taken down the posters?" 

"He wanted to, but the wallpaper was coming off with it."

"Serves him right," Minho shrugged, and as he kept his box of clothes and condoms down, he saw Donatella Versace glaring at him through the posters. 

"Do I have to... live here?" he trailed off. 

Ava chuckled, "Why? Do you wanna sleep in my room?" 

Minho turned to her with hopeful eyes, "Really? You'll let me in?"

"No." 

With that, she sauntered off to the living room. Minho cursed his luck -- be tsundere! Be nonchalant! Be indifferent! 

But all that resolution came crashing down as he heard her giggle from the living room. Cute, you fucking simp. 

Meanwhile, in Ava's living room, Felix sat between Chan and Changbin, the look on his face telling her as if he just got off an orgas- no, author, shut up. Felix just looked exhausted. After all, his sugar rush was gone, and now he was sitting through the aftereffects. 

See, there's this topic we all must talk about -- the aftereffects of a sugar rush. It is not talked about much, as per the author, who is a resident of the Sugar Rush Community. You all know it. And now that Felix was going through it, Chan and Changbin were ready to catch him on his either side if he passed out. Cute, you fucking simps. 

"Felix, do you want some water?" Ava asked him, concerned. 

"What is... a water...?" Felix was so out of it.

"Aw, baby's tired," Chan cooed, and Changbin looked at his contender piercingly. 

"Yeah, my baby's exhausted," Changbin retorted pettily. 

Chan glared at him, and as the two mentally stabbed each other, Felix fell off the sofa on his face. 

"FELIX!" Changbin, Chan, and Ava cried out in unison. Minho came running out of his current room in panic, and when he saw Felix's face planted on the ground, his ass raised off the floor, and the other three's astonished expressions, he burst out laughing. 

"WHAT'S SO FUNNY?" the three shrieked at him, and Minho jumped back in his cat-like reflexes. 

"What? He looks like that one Flynn Rider meme. It's funny," the tsundere-nonchalant-indifferent guy spoke.  

Ava sighed, "You sadist." 

"I can be one if you want me to be, babe," Minho winked at her. 

Color rose to her cheeks, and she grumbled, stomping off, "So much for being a good neighbor! Ugh!" 

As she went off, Chan showed Minho a thumbs-up, "At least that's a start." 

Changbin looked at both of them, swinging his head from right to left, "What? What's happening?" 

Minho sighed at his dumbness, "Are you for real? Is your brain up Felix's ass?" 

"See, I wouldn't mind that-" 

"EW, EW, EW!" 

"He likes Ava," Chan sighed, "And only I have the right to have my brain up Felix's ass, Seo." 

"Uh huh, Bang?" Changbin spoke, challengingly, "Let's see who gets to do that first." 

"You're on, Seo." 

"Hoooold up," Minho stopped them, his face a grimace, "A brain? Up someone's ass? WHAT KIND OF ANATOMY CLASS DID YOU BOTH TAKE?" 

"I mean-" 

"NO, PLEASE!" Minho visibly cringed, "THAT JUST PUT A VERY GRUESOME IMAGE IN MY HEAD. EVEN THE FINAL DESTINATION SERIES WON'T DO THAT!" 

Chan and Changbin shared a look, and then Minho spoke something. Now, the author is mean, so she won't reveal what he spoke, because she's majoring in Suspense Theories in college. 

(Before someone gets excited about this course, no, the author just made that up)

Well, whatever Minho said must have worked, because Changbin and Chan did a fist bump and then a bro hug. These two couldn't be more frat boying than this. 

Little did they know, this would not turn out well. Or maybe it would. The author hasn't thought that far yet. 

(a/n: MAYDAYS!! :D 

I had told earlier that I was quitting Wattpad, and honestly, I am still on that agenda. I am not coming back. 

BUT this book gave me so much happiness, along with a few others, and I wanted to continue those for you guys. So I decided that I would write all of it and publish all the chapters in one go. So if y'all have been spammed with updates for this book, now you know why :) 

I MIGHT also continue a couple more books, but they would all come as surprises to you guys, so yeah! 

About a comeback, well, please don't expect that. I don't think I'll be back again. If you wanna be in touch with me, BECAUSE I WON'T STOP WRITING OUTSIDE OF WATTPAD, please find me on Instagram: writtenbyudeesha 

SO ENJOY THE LAST may_bornmia STORIES ON HERE! <33

Thanks for reading! I love you!)