Freshman year of University. Exciting. Right? Or scary? You were majoring in the Arts, photography to be specific. You had just moved in all of your stuff into your dorm. Your home for the next four years. You had met your roommate, Tiffany, and well...you would be applying for a new roommate soon, to say the least. You sat on your bed, taking in the room for a second time. Seoul University. You had made it big. Studying at your dream school. You decided to unpack some more, to pass the time. You decorated your room, folded clothes, set up your desk. You felt very productive today. As you sat at your desk, a bowl of instant ramen in hand, you opened your laptop. Time to find a nice YouTube video to watch. As you search for a video, you get a text from your phone.

Channie💘: hey babe. I'm bored 😭. wyd??? You couldn't help but smile at your boyfriend's message. You immediately type back a response, your heart beating a bit faster now. You: nothing much, cutie 😘. js eating my spicy ramen 😜. Channie💘: ewww. whatever js come over plsss 😫. You giggle a little out loud, knowing all too well just how much he hated spicy ramen. You finished the last of it up, and put a comfy yet cute outfit. His hoodie that you borrowed (stole 😝) from him, some gray sweats and white Air Forces. You put on a little lip gloss and head out.

*Christopher Bahng, or Chan as everyone calls him, is your boyfriend. You guys started dating when he was 19 and you were 17. A lot of people told you you were crazy for dating a guy in college already, but you didn't care. You loved him. Now, he was 20 and you were 18. He was a junior here at the university. His dorm was on the other side of the campus, on the boys dormitory area. You had to sneak on, since girls weren't allowed inside. His dorm room was pretty big, with three bedrooms, and a small kitchen and living space. And one bathroom. I knocked on his door and he opened it. He was wearing gray sweats with a black tank top, his hair perfectly messy.

"Hey, sweetie...~" He pulls you into an embrace, kissing the top of your head and rubbing your back. He lead you to his room, closing the door so his other two roommates wouldn't bother us. His room was dimly lit, with candles and a warm lamp. He smelled faintly of vanilla, evidence that he did use the shampoo you bought him. He had a vintage turntable in the corner of his room, and it was playing a soft jazz tune, setting the mood even more. He hopped onto his bed, cuddling with a pillow as he grabbed his phone. Probably to play genshin. You sat at his desk, looking at his textbooks and different papers. They were of science. He loved science. You hated it. One of the many things that kept your relationship heated, in a good way. You get up and head over to him, replacing the pillow he was cuddling. You watched him play his game for a bit, still confused about the game no matter how many times he tries to explain it to you. As he plays, you watch him. You really watch him. His facial expressions, the concentration in his eyes. But you also noticed the little moles around his face. Under his eye and on his cheeks. You gently kiss each one. A few times he scolds you, saying he can't see his game, but you know he doesn't mind free kisses. Once every mole is kissed, you pull back and look at him.

"Baby, you know you're my moon..." He looks down at you, smiling softly before kissing you on the nose. "And you're my sun, love."