SK-143. Right. So this is the hotel room assigned to you by the University.

You loved University field trips. Really. You just never loved the roommates the University assigns in the hotel rooms.

This year, your university had taken you all to Paju for a VERY boring history museum. You sometimes wonder why you took History as your minor subject.

You were 20, a second-year student who was a Botany Major. And you chose History as your minor subject and Music as your art (mandatory) subject.

This was a two-week field trip, and you just WISHED this time you didn't get a roommate who would snore LOUDLY like last time.

You scanned your key card, opened it, and froze mid-step when you saw the person inside, already settled.

Lee Minho.

The hotel room had two beds on two sides of the room, with a bathroom clearly visible at the side of the front entrance of the hotel room. The hotel room was big; the university never lagged on that part, with big glass windows and a beautiful view.

Minho had already settled on the left bed of the room and was mid-folding his clothes when he saw the door opening and you...

You both froze like startled deers. Literally.

Minho....he was also a second-year student, a Dance major whose minor subject was also History. You knew this cause you had taken classes with him. He was 21, a year older than you and was the second most popular guy in school after Hyunjin.

Hyunjin was loud, ridiculously handsome, extroverted, tall, and an absolute flirt, while Minho was just as handsome but much quieter and more mysterious—like a cat that lived by its own rules.

Minho had a strikingly handsome face with sharp feline eyes beneath dark brows, giving him a calm yet intimidating gaze. His high cheekbones, sharp jawline, flawless skin, and naturally full lips softened his otherwise sharp features, while dark, slightly tousled hair framed his face. Even in a deep reddish-brown hoodie and gray sweatpants, the fitted fabric hinted at his broad shoulders, strong chest, toned arms, and lean, athletic physique—a perfect blend of a dancer's grace and a boxer's strength. His quiet presence carried the composed confidence of a black panther: reserved, elegant, and impossible to ignore.

"Ahh..." Minho finally broke the silence after a long second. "You're....my roommate?"

Oh God. Minho was the guy you'd secretly had a crush on since freshman year. You loved his quiet, calm nature and the intimidating charisma that made him seem dangerous. Yet beneath that exterior, he was surprisingly gentle—you'd often seen him skipping lunch just to feed the stray cats around campus.

Unlike the outgoing Hyunjin, who already had a girlfriend, Minho had never shown interest in anyone, no matter how many girls tried to flirt with him. You had never seen him hold a conversation with a girl for over a minute.

Something soft brushed against your leg. Looking down, you found a ginger-and-white tabby rubbing against you.

"That's Soonie," Minho said, folding his clothes. "Don't mind the cats. I live alone with my three cats, and I couldn't leave them behind. It took some convincing, but the professors finally agreed."

You glanced at his bed, where two more cats were curled up—Doongi, another ginger-and-white tabby, and Dori, a brown tabby with black stripes. All of them were males.

Soonie meowed and rubbed against your leg again. Honestly, you didn't mind the cats one bit.

So almost an hour later, you were done freshening up and had settled on the right bed. And of course, Doongi was on your bed, rolling over on his back, yawning.

You had a white oversized hoodie along with red cotton shorts that reached till your mid-thighs. You had forgotten to bring your leggings.

Minho was on his bed, his back against the backrest, scrolling through his phone. Damn those hands....you wonder how they would feel on your waist—NO!

You shook your head and resumed folding your clothes.

After a long peaceful silence, Minho suddenly blurted out. "You got some nice ass thighs..."

Dead silence.