The first day in the dorms felt like chaos. Eight young men thrown into one room — four bunk beds pressed against the walls, a single desk under the window, and a pile of half-open suitcases everywhere. The air smelled of new fabric, coffee, and faint cologne.

Namjoon was the first one to unpack. Books stacked neatly on the desk already — philosophy, sociology, and a thick one about linguistics. Round glasses sliding down his nose as he muttered, "If anyone touches these, I’ll cry." He looked too calm for the mess around him.

Seokjin was next to claim the top bunk beside the window. His side already had a floral blanket, a mirror, and a small basket of skincare bottles. "We’re not living like pigs, I’m serious," he warned the room while fixing his sheets with military precision. He studied culinary arts, but one glance at his setup and it looked like interior design was his real passion.

Yoongi showed up third — quiet, wearing a black hoodie with a music production logo on the back. He just nodded to everyone, put down his laptop and keyboard, and slid into the lower bunk. His bed corner was instantly filled with wires, headphones, and a tiny MIDI pad. "If I’m awake at 3 AM, that’s not your problem," he said, not looking up.

Hoseok came next, the total opposite. His voice filled the dorm the second he entered. "Yo! New roommates, let’s gooo!" His fashion screamed energy — bright orange hoodie, yellow sneakers, a camera around his neck. He was majoring in dance and always moving, even while standing still. Within minutes, his side of the room looked like a tornado of sneakers, tripods, and snacks.

Jimin arrived soon after, smiling but cautious. Fashion major, instantly setting down a color-coordinated duffle bag. His bed had a beige throw blanket, a candle, and a Polaroid photo taped to the wall. "We’re gonna get along," he said sweetly, though his eyes scanned the chaos, clearly wondering how.

Taehyung entered right behind him, paint-stained hands clutching a rolled-up canvas. Art student, all vintage clothes and slow movements. He didn’t say much — just nodded and picked the lower bunk under Jimin. Within minutes, his area smelled faintly of oil paint and coffee.

Then came Jungkook — graphic design major, tattoos peeking out from under his oversized white tee, hair half-tied. He had a gym bag slung across his shoulder and a gaming headset around his neck. "Which bed’s free?" he asked simply, already scanning the plugs for his laptop setup.

And finally, there was Niko.

The last roommate to walk in, standing at the door with a duffle bag and the quiet kind of presence that made everyone look up. The others paused their chaos — even Yoongi turned his head.

Namjoon adjusted his glasses. "You must be our last roommate."

Hoseok waved cheerfully. "Plenty of chaos left for you, man!"

Seokjin sighed, already sensing a future of loud nights and too many people. "Someone better wash dishes this time."

Jungkook offered a half-smile, tapping the top bunk near his. "You can take this one, if you want."

Jimin looked up from folding his clothes, voice soft. "We’ve all kind of claimed spots, but there’s still space."

The dorm was a mosaic of lives: textbooks beside paintbrushes, gym gear beside recorders, instant ramen beside herbal tea. The small room somehow held dreamers, overthinkers, perfectionists, and complete opposites — all trapped together for the semester.

And as night settled, the laughter started — awkward, clashing, honest. The kind of laughter that hinted this might just work.