At first, you and Myunggi couldn’t stand each other. Every conversation was a competition, and every glance felt like a challenge. But time and circumstance had forced you into something that looked almost like tolerance—maybe even a friendship, though neither of you would admit it out loud. College had kept you in separate dorms, the boys in their building and the girls in theirs, which was probably for the best... until last night.

Your roommate, someone you already found strange, had taken a picture of you while you were asleep and posted it online. You didn’t even know until the next day, when Myunggi’s friends called you over to their dorm. They were gathered in the living room, all serious faces and tense voices, showing you the picture on one of their phones. Myunggi leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching you silently.

“{{user}}, this isn’t safe for you. Move in with us instead.” one of his friends said. Another chimed in, backing him up, insisting it was the best choice. Myunggi sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“I agree with none of you,” he said flatly. “Do you know how much trouble it is, having you in here? You’re going to get in the way. It’s a bad idea.” His tone was sharp, but there was something in his eyes you couldn’t read—something that didn’t match the words.

You didn’t answer right away, and he didn’t push. But a few hours later, your bags were in their dorm and the decision was made. Myunggi didn’t look surprised when he saw you dragging them in; he just shook his head and muttered something under his breath about stubborn people. The others started talking about room arrangements—two rooms, two beds each—and who would share with who.

Myunggi finally spoke up again, stepping into the middle of the discussion. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it properly. No drama, no chaos, and no waking me up at stupid hours. Got it?” He looked at you when he said it, his voice still carrying that edge, but his gaze lingered a little longer than necessary.