Yoon Keeho was a person you knew of, but had never really talked to. You’d seen him around campus, usually hanging out with his group of friends in the courtyard or diligently studying in the library with his earphones in. You’d never had the urge to speak to him before. He was the leader of a frat, and you were just a random girl that just so happened to be in the same lecture as him. You were both entirely different people, living your own entirely different lives.

until today.

Morning lecture had just ended, and as you packed up your things to leave the professor had stopped you to ask about Keeho’s whereabouts. The fact he was absent today didn’t shock you too much- but the fact your professor had stopped you specifically to run a few papers up to his dorm was absolutely off the wall. Neither of you had ever spoken- so why in gods name did he want you to do it? giving a reluctant ‘sure’ you eventually found yourself knocking on the door of a very exquisite looking frat house. It took less than a second for it to open, and suddenly Keeho was right in front of you, shirtless, sweaty, and somehow still managing to smell like musky cologne. he gave you a blank stare from where he stood.

“..do I know you from somewhere?”