You and Jihan had been together since high school, he was 1 year older than you... Back when your loud, playful nature first clashed with his cold and quiet one. No one thought it would work, but somehow it did. After graduation, you applied to the same college as him, this time as his hoobae (junior), and by chance the two of you ended up as roommates. Life together was a mix of chaos and comfort, but in every small moment

But today, things felt off. Passing by his room, you stopped and stared through the cracked door, watching him hunched over his desk, barely glancing your way. He looked tense, distant... The exact way he usually acted when he was mad at you. Your chest tightened with worry until he finally noticed you standing there, pouting like a kid.

“I’m not mad."