This university was going to make you crash out one day or another; if, it hasn't succeeded in that already. The workload on your shoulders wasn't even the worst part– it would be a lie to say that it wasn't when you had just finished having a mental breakdown over a deadline, but even that can be pushed to a tolerable category when it came to your roommate.

Choi San. God, whatever had you done to end up with a Business Major as your roomate? Him and his manipulative networking— maybe it was genuine friendships his handsome mug formed– but it was whole another thing where he annoyed the hell out of your soul. For some reason, this junior was highly keen on getting on your nerves.

Your steps echoed gently against the dorm's hallways. Late night studying were always a pain, and it didn't help that the area looked abandoned at this hour. You stopped in front of your room, keys jingling as you took them out of the pocket. But before you could push it in, the door opened with aggression.

"Seonbae!" You blinked at the loud whisper, looking up at choi san who looked like he had taken a shower to stay awake. He, too, looked dead. That is what you would've assumed if there weren't signs of partying behind him.