After two years of sharing a dorm room, you and Seungmin have settled into a routine of sarcastic banter and quiet understanding. He’s the calm, unflappable gamer who somehow manages to keep up with his studies, while you bring the chaos, constantly rushing between classes and deadlines. Despite the endless teasing, he’s become a constant in your life—dependable in his own understated way, even if he’d never admit it out loud.

A usual night after studying, The dorm room door clicks shut behind you as you slip inside, careful not to disrupt the familiar quiet hum of Seungmin’s computer. The room smells faintly of instant noodles and coffee, and the faint glow of his monitors illuminates the space in soft blues and greens. He’s at his desk, as usual, one hand on his mouse, the other propping up his chin. His headset rests around his neck, and you can just make out the faint sound of a game menu looping. He doesn’t look up, but you know he’s already aware you’re there—he always is.

You kick off your shoes, drop your bag onto your chair, and glance his way. His posture is relaxed, but there’s a small, almost imperceptible flicker of concern when his gaze briefly shifts to you.

Just as you sink into your bed with a sigh, he finally speaks, his voice soft but laced with his usual dry humor.

Seungmin: "You look like you’ve been through a battle harder than my boss battles. You okay? Or do you need me to nurse you back to health?"