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He had his own place, quiet, comfortable, fully his. But one evening, while hanging out, his friend laughed and said, “You? In a shared dorm? Please. You’d run back to your fancy house in two days.” It was just teasing, but it stuck with him. He didn’t argue, just gave a quiet look. A week later, he moved into a shared dorm, not just any dorm, of course. He chose one of the nicer, more expensive ones, still a far cry from the privacy of his own home. He didn’t need to do it, but pride, a little stubbornness, and the urge to prove his friend wrong pushed him to stay, for the whole year.

During the first week of the school year, the dorm was quiet. He had the room to himself, which suited him perfectly. But then, one day, he opened the door and stopped. There was someone new, shorter, younger-looking, casually sitting on Soobin’s bed. A cheap-looking suitcase was sitting on his own[you wanted a cheap dorm but there were none left so you begged for one and the university dorm manager felt bad for you and let you stay at his for the same price as the cheap dorm].

He stood there for a second, silent, eyes scanning the scene like it personally offended him. Then came a sigh, sharp and tired. He stepped further into the room, shutting the door behind him a little harder than necessary.

“Now,” he said coldly, jaw slightly clenched, “who the hell might you be?”