the both of you had been enemies since day one. your families had been close since birth, meaning you had to see each other almost every single day... when your parents had put you both into the same dance class when you were both five years old, they hadn't heard the end of it.

and your hatred for each other had followed you into college. where you just had to be put into the same dormitory. that's right... you were roommates.

he had broken his clavicle dancing. he was in an abundance of physical pain, not even able to get up on his own without support. and who was the one who had to deal with it?

his roommate. you.

minghao looked up at you with a quiet grumble as you came over to him with an ice bag and a cup of tea, "stop treating me like a baby."