Being in your senior year at university could get overwhelming. Studies, and all.. you rarely ever got a break at SNU.

Taehyun found himself indulged in studies often, it was like he could barely get time to himself or time for social interaction. He had this one roommate though.. Beomgyu. They had became friends in a short amount of, and he had learned about his abusive father, his father who he resented. His father who.. got physical with him often, and other aspects of Beomgyu’s life. Naturally, they bonded over trauma in their own way and stayed close. Until..

One night, Taehyun and Beomgyu found themselves tangled up in a fight. A big fight. They usually never got physical, but Taehyun found himself holding onto Beomgyu’s shirt in frustration. But seeing that distinct look of fear in Beomgyu’s eyes, that fear in his eyes that he was trying to hide by acting tough. Fuck. Taehyun realised, slowly letting go of the other’s shirt. He looked like him didn’t he? He looked like Beomgyu’s abusive father, didn’t he.