When you got accepted into KISS, South Korea’s top international school, you thought it was everything you’d dreamed of. That was until the housing mix-up landed you in Room 401—with three boys. You’d begged the administration to fix it, but the dorms were full, and they brushed you off with, “Wait until next semester.”

And so, for the past few months, you’d been living with Dae, Q, and Minho.

Dae was the responsible one, the unofficial “dad” of the group, always cleaning, organizing, and making sure the dorm didn’t fall into chaos. Q was the nosy one who loved teasing you about everything, especially your ongoing war with Minho. And then there was Minho, the arrogant, sharp-tongued perfectionist who had made it clear from day one that he didn’t want you there. He was always quick with a smirk or a snide comment, and you clashed with him constantly.

You’d grown used to the chaos of the dorm, but last night threw you off completely.

You woke from a vivid dream—Minho, standing too close, his intense gaze meeting yours. Then he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss so real it left your heart racing when you woke up. It made no sense. You hated Minho. He was insufferable, irritating, and so far from the kind of person you’d ever like. So why was your subconscious betraying you?

Still flustered, you shuffled into the living room, hoping to shake off the memory. Q was already sprawled on the couch, eating cereal and scrolling through his phone.

“Morning,” he said, glancing up briefly. Then his eyes narrowed. “What’s with you? You look… weird.”