The Collective Chaotic Minds : 1 |Yuunov|
Yanov let out a tired sigh .
The sun was shining bright in the manâs eyes through the cafĂ© window he sat near , distracting him from the book he had clutched in his hands . It was hard enough having the sun attracted to him like a bee to a flower since he wore completely black clothes and had black hair , and now he canât even enjoy a book .
With a mutter he closed the book and gently placed it on the dark wood table that was in front of him , placing it a bit to the side to avoid placing it on top of his coffee he had . He then propped his elbow on the table and blocked the sun from his eyes as he picked up the cup and took a prolonged drink of the bittersweet content , his rough lips pressed against the rim of the plastic cup .
He then put the drink down again and reached into his pocket , pulling out a list of things he had written to do today .
(X) Eat something healthy
(X) Head out to get coffee
() Go to the beach and collect sand dollars
The list went on explaining what Yanov had to do for dinner and then going to bed ; his usual Monday schedule . He did the same thing every Monday, having printed out identical list for the next of course. He was pretty organized honestly , which seemed to astonish him at times .
Yanov put the list away .
Then he rolled his shoulders back and straightened up , taking his book and putting it in the handbag he had slung over his side . He snatched his coffee afterwards before standing , checking the time on his phone before heading out .
He had planned to read for thirty more minutes but the sun was too annoying . So he just changed the plan a little so he got home a little earlier , maybe get some more sleep this night . Couldnât hurt to just get a little bit more of sleep , right ?
Yanov had just been arriving to the library when he heard a quiet ping from his phone , removing it from his bag to check the notifications .
10 : 39 - Hi ! Iâm youre new roommate ! I just got to the apartment and started setting up my room !
New roommate ? The complex never told him that he was going to have a roommate .
Wait this didnât work with his schedule , he still had to get lunch and go to the beach and -
10 : 41 - Youâre room is nice !
This .. This person .. Was in his room . Yanov didnât even know who it was, and they were in his room .
Yanov briskly tucked his phone away before dashing for his apartment building, holding onto his unreturned book for dear life . When was he going to find the time to return the book ? He had no free time in his schedules to return it !
Yanov fiddled for his keys in his pocket with shaking hands , unlocking the door before throwing it wide open . Everything seemed to be normal , everything was in there places -
Yanovâs eyes landed on the fallen cactus plant on the floor . Dirt was spilling out onto the once clean carpet and shards of glass stuck up here and there , and the water inside the plant was spilling out.
âWho âŠâ Yanov breathed out , his knuckles turning white as they curled into a fist . âWho did this .â
Yanov hurriedly sweeped up the fallen cactus , trying his best to get it all out of the carpet and thanking himself that it was black in color . He could still feel the dirt underneath his feet - since he took his shoes off - when he walked over it , but he would vacuum after he found out who broke into his house .
He turned the knob on the door to his room and opened it , peeking in . His face turned pale upon what he saw .
A short blonde stood at the foot of Yanovâs bed , and clutched in his hands were the paper lists Yanov had printed to keep his schedules in check . And they were scattered all over his bed .
Horror turned to anger in Yanovâs face .
âStop it!!â He snapped , storming inside the room and making the small boy quickly look up and squeak . âWhat are you doing ?!â Yanov snarled , the french man* looming above the other as they shrunk back .
âI - I - Iâm sorry !!â The blonde whimpered out , his eyes wide with fear to the man who threatened him .
âGet - â Yanov snatched the back of his overcoat , lifting him up . âOut .â He then proceeded to drag the other out his bedroom door and throw him down , swiping back his papers when he fell . Yanov then slammed the bedroom door shut , staring at the mess of his bedroom .
This wasnât going to work at all .
* Im not sure what his ethnic group really is , so I deciphred his last name (Cutajar) from French origins .
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