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There was a loud thud on the door of my bedroom and both of us snapped our necks towards it in alarm. "Guys, please make it quick. You can do this romantic shit when nobody's around," Josh growled in anger from the other side of the door. I snickered while Mr. Kim dropped me onto the bed and tossed me his sweater that I was wearing before bed. 

"I'm going to need that jersey back," I complained, stretching my body up on my toes before continuing. "It was really comfortable." 

"Why? Why must I share my clothes with you?", he demanded, now completely dressed and sitting onto the bed with his feet crossed comfortably. 

"Because I'm willing to share mine, it's just that you won't fit into them," I cheekily grinned before kicking the bathroom door open. Mr. Kim scoffed lightly and leaned against the doorframe, just to watch me brush my teeth. "Get out," I mumbled, mouth cold and fresh because of the toothpaste. 

"Rude," he mumbled, squi