Relieved to no longer see Mr. Ra and his threat in front of him, Seokjin turned and observed the room he had just entered. He was in a mini entrance hall where there was a small shoe closet where his roommate's shoes were already located.

He hastened to take off his shoes and climb the small step that separated the tiled entrance hall from the rest of the room with its polished parquet floor.

Immediately to the right, a closed door gave off the sound of splashing water characteristic of someone taking a shower.

"Okay, so this is the bathroom," Seokjin said happily, not expecting the rooms to have their own private bathroom.

The room was small but comfortable and perfect from Seokjin's point of view. After the bathroom, everything was symmetrical: the two cupboards for storing your belongings, the two large desks with many shelves and drawers for storing all the books, study notebooks and other tools necessary for their studies.

Shocked, Seokjin saw that on each desk, the same laptop sat, which meant that there was one that belonged to him.

"Oh my God, I... I have a computer..." he stammered with emotion.

He couldn't wait to talk to his mother about everything he discovered. Everything seemed extraordinary to him. As he moved forward, he saw that under the bed to the left of the large central window under which there were two bedside tables, black suitcases had been stored, which implied that Yoongi had already chosen his side and put his things away.

"Wow, he's so conscientious," Seokjin remarked when he saw how neatly all his things were organized.

Faced with Yoongi's luxurious suitcases, he was suddenly aware of his two ratty travel bags and tried to repress a feeling of shame that was rising within him knowing that Yoongi had seen them. He didn't have to be ashamed, everyone knew he wasn't as rich as the others, he reminded himself.

In reality, he had never been ashamed of it even if others had taken it upon themselves to make him understand that it was shameful, but here in Eunma, surrounded as he was by so much luxury and heir so rich, he could not help but be excessively aware of the difference between them and himself.

He began to put his things away in his wardrobe or on the shelves above his desk, or in the drawers of the desk. He did not forget to slip a ventolin under his pillow and the rest of his medication in the drawer of his bedside table.

As he didn't have much, it was quickly done and Seokjin found that his side was very empty next to Yoongi's. However, the other had not bothered with any decoration, and he was relieved. At least the other wouldn't judge him on this point.

He heard the bathroom latch open and Yoongi came out, freshly washed and changed for the second part of the end of the back-to-school day, which, for him, only included dinner because he was not a first year student, but a second year student, as indicated by the blue color of his uniform. His hair was still damp and a towel hung around his neck.

"Your turn," he said simply, showing him the bathroom.

"Okay," Seokjin said with a smile and without trying to argue. "When I finish, you can tell me about the rules of our room, I will note everything!"

Without waiting for a response from his roommate, he grabbed some clean clothes, a towel and his toiletry bag and hurried to lock himself in the bathroom. Yoongi seemed surprised to be listened to so easily by a first year student without needing to show his bad character but made no remark.

The bathroom had a small window with blurred glass but for the moment, Seokjin wanted to enjoy the humid heat left by Yoongi's steaming shower and didn't open it. The bathroom did not have a bathtub, only a shower tray with a shower head, separated from the toilet by a glass partition from the double black marble sink streaked with white by another glass door.

Under the two sinks and topped with big mirrors were two columns of drawers for storing toiletries. He opened his toiletry bag and began organizing his things neatly, wanting Yoongi not to have to blame him for being messy. Finally, he placed his toothbrush and toothpaste in the right jar intended for this purpose, since Yoongi had taken the left side again.

"Everything on the left is his, everything on the right is mine," Seokjin understood with satisfaction. "Got it!"

He grabbed his shower gel and shampoo, placed his clothes on a small black marble-covered wall next to the shower tray, and took a quick but invigorating shower.

Seeing him come out of the bathroom so quickly, Yoongi, lying in bed with headphones in his ears, said to him:

"You didn't need to do it so quickly, I don't want to talk about our bedroom rules right now."

"Oh," Seokjin said, embarassed, remembering that it was him and not Yoongi who had expected them to discuss periods after his shower. "uh, okay, but that's not why I was quick, don't worry. I never take a long shower so as not to waste water," he said sincerely.

"Ah."

Seokjin waited for Yoongi to continue but he didn't add anything. He didn't know how to understand that "ah" nor how to answer it. Was it an emotion or a sentence? Was it contemptuous or bored or annoyed or was it normal? Moreover, he realized Min Yoongi had the characteristic of speaking in a neutral tone.

That's what Hoseok said: he called him stone without emotion. But Seokjin knew that he was currently facing a human and not a stone, and he couldn't believe that a human could not have emotions. They could hide them but not not feel them. That means he would have to learn to quickly decode Yoongi's emotions if he wanted to be able to communicate with him.

"Yes, my grandpa always told me to be careful, because water is a precious commodity and what's more, when you heat it, you pay a lot of money," Seokjin felt obliged to clarify, thinking that if he initiated the conversation, Yoongi would agree to talk to him more.

"Ah. I see."

Again, the few words disturbed Seokjin. But then, he thought if Yoongi didn't have anything to say to him about it, why bother? He didn't seem to be one of those people who speaks out of politeness even without having anything to say. 

What Yoongi had to say, he said it with honesty and with the strict minimum of words. Otherwise, he said nothing. It was that simple.

Seokjin smiled. He didn't sense any malice in Yoongi, only shyness who could give him the impression of a dark side but he was certain that he didn't have to fear sharing his room with Yoongi, no matter what the others thought.

Losing interest in his roommate to suddenly become interested in his bed that he had not yet tested, Seokjin walked towards it. The sheets and blankets smelled clean and when he sat down, he no longer missed his futon at all: it was a much more comfortable bed and one that made him bounce happily.

Discreetly, the other watched him rave about the quality of a mattress that he himself deemed only acceptable. Then he watched him rummage in his school bag and pull out an antique cell phone that few people still had, even old people.

"Can you tell me where you usually make your phone calls please?" he asked his roommate politely, not knowing if he could call in his room without disturbing him, as the other had not yet mentioned the rules of common life that they should each respect.

"I'm not making phone calls," Yoongi replied, .

"You're not?" Seokjin asked, perplexed, seeing that Yoongi had a smartphone in his hands.

"No."

"Never? To no one? Not even your parents?" Seokjin asked, stunned.

"No."

Seokjin looked at his phone, unsure of what to do. Finally he asked:

"Can I call my mom here or would you rather I call outside?" 

"You can make your phone calls here, just not too long," Yoongi told him, closing his eyes to concentrate on his music, explicitly telling him that he wanted their verbal exchange which had lasted too long in his eyes to end.

"Okay, thank you!" Seokjin told him, relieved to have had an answer, before sinking into his soft bed and dialing his mother's phone number.

After a few seconds of waiting, his mother picked up.

"Hi Mom!"

"..."

"I'm more than fine and you?!"

"..."

"No, I arrived a long time ago but there was the welcome meeting, then the allocation of rooms in the dormitory which took time and I was not able to call you before. Now I can!"

Seokjin tried to lower his voice, remembering that he wasn't alone and seeing that Yoongi seemed to want to take a nap before dinner, while he waited for the first year students to tour the school. But chase away the natural and it comes galloping back and it was the same with Seokjin's boundless enthusiasm.

"Mom, this place is so great, gigantic too and so beautiful, and yet, I still haven't had a full tour of the school, I'm going in a few minutes. [...] Yes, they give the first graders a tour before dinner. [...] Of course I'll tell you what I ate, but I'm sure it's going to be amazing too! Tomorrow, I start classes but I don't have my timetable yet, I can't wait. Oh and I can't wait to see the football field and start playing with my new team mom!"

Yoongi didn't miss a beat of this exchange in which he only heard Seokjin's loud voice and that was enough for him to know that this boy talked a lot. Strangely though, even though he liked nothing more than silence, it didn't bother him much at the moment and he continued to listen attentively, resigning himself to turning off his music without removing his headphones.

"My bedroom? It's so good too, and guess what? I have my own computer! [...] Yes, its amazing! I wish I could send you photos and videos! I'll ask Jimin to lend me his phone, his room is next to mine. [...] No, I'm not in the same room as Tae, it's unexpected, right?! The head of the dormitory distributed the students himself and refused to let us change. He even punished Tae because he refused to listen, do you realize?! [...] W-why are you laughing mom?"

Puzzled, Seokjin listened as his mother burst out laughing and told him that this school was the perfect place for Taehyung.

"I don't understand, are you happy he's punished?"

"He's never been punished sweetie," his mother said, "it won't hurt him to learn some respect now that he's in high school, don't you think?"

Seokjin thought before saying:

"I don't think it will hurt him but I'm afraid he will get very angry and be punished even more without being able to enjoy his life at school. That would make me sad."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic Seokjin and stop worrying so much about him," his mother scolded. "Think about yourself first and try to enjoy the school even if he can't. I'm sure his parents decided to enroll him in this high school specifically so he could learn how to become a well-educated adult. It must be the same for everyone else: if their parents choose this high school knowing that their children will not dictate their law there, it is undoubtedly for this reason."

"You must be right," Seokjin said thoughtfully before responding to his mother who asked if he was happy to finally sleep without Taehyung. "I think it will feel weird at first but I will get used to it quickly. Plus, it's not like I'm alone, I have a roommate who sleeps in the bed next to mine! [...] Oh sorry mom, I should have told you right away since I'm on the phone right next to him. [...] Yes, he is! [...] No, mom, I'm not lying, don't worry, he is really nice!"

Yoongi almost opened his eyes when he heard that. Nice? Him? Who could say he was really nice given the almost non-existent exchange that had taken place between them for a few minutes? He wondered if the boy wasn't just saying that out of politeness, because he was in his presence, or if it wasn't just to reassure his mother.

But then he remembered that Namjoon, the devious Namjoon, had declared that this boy was his only light. It must have been a light who only knew how to see the good in others, hence his kindness to his attacker Yoona at the Kim house.

And how could he forget the emotions he himself had felt the first time he saw Seokjin? He trusted his instinctive perceptions. He knew that the excessive goodness of this boy was not feigned: it was certainly naive but above all sincere. This was his true nature; he wasn't pretending.

"No mom, you can't talk to him now, he's resting. Maybe later but I don't think he'll want to talk to you because he's..." Seokjin thought before whispering: "he's very shy mom and he doesn't talk much, maybe you would intimidate him. I think I'm intimidating him a little already."

Despite the whisper, Yoongi had no trouble hearing what Seokjin had just said. The corner of his lips quivered imperceptibly.

"Oh, I'm going to hang up now mom," Seokjin suddenly exclaimed while checking the time he had been on the phone. "I can't talk too long on the phone, I might disturb him, I'll call you back later okay? [...] I love you too mom, bye!"

So, even though he talked a lot and spoke loudly, he knew how to respect the tranquility of others. He had kept his word, Yoongi realized, the exchange had not lasted more than a few minutes even if Seokjin had spouted an impressive amount of information for the attention of his mother who, it seemed, used to listen to him talk more than talk to him.

Seokjin jumped when Mr. Ra's voice echoed through the small bedroom and realized that a speaker was plugged in above the front door.

"Freshmen are requested to assemble in the lobby of Building D immediately for the high school tour!"

Excited, Seokjin hurriedly took his coat and went to put on his shoes at the entrance. He was going to go out without any form of greeting but at the last minute, he changed his mind. He had a roommate now, he shouldn't forget him. So he turned towards Yoongi and said happily:

"I'll go now, see you later Yoongi!"

He closed the door without waiting for Yoongi's response. The latter opened his eyes and whispered:

"Why does he talk to me like I'm his friend..."

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A/N:  Dear readers, Seokjin said all humans have emotions so if you are humans and not stones, please don't be just silent, you can send me your affection and support in the way that suits you :  if you like talking like Seokjin, comment and vote! If you're shy like Yoongi, just vote, it's just as valuable to me ❤

I belong to the introvert team by the way (I like writing much more than speaking ^^) and I believe that our introvert hearts are just as big as those of our extroverted friends who cover us with their love and feeling of protection.