Jeongin was a senior at your college, you’d seen him around a few times. Honestly, you’d never spoken to him. Until.. today.

You heard a knock on your front door and went to it, absolutely expecting a parcel delivery. You were dressed in trackies, hair in a messy bun, and opened the door. Yang jeongin.

“Hey?” You say. “Oh, ermm, hi- I think I got the wrong house, unless Sam lives here?” He asked.