Han Jisung ️

Everything was quiet in the university residence… until they assigned the rooms.

Lee Minho had only been living there for a week. His room was perfectly tidy: books neatly arranged, clothes folded, absolute silence. Exactly the way he liked it.

Until one afternoon the door suddenly opened.

—Is this room 312?

It was Han Jisung, carrying two backpacks, a guitar, and a bag full of things that he clearly didn't intend to put away.

In less than ten minutes, the room that Minho had kept immaculate looked like a disaster zone.

"Are you always this noisy?" Minho asked, crossing his arms.

Jisung looked up, smiled as if nothing had happened, and replied

Are you always this bitter?

That was the beginning.

Living together meant arguing about the light being on, about the music at three in the morning, about clothes lying on the floor… and about who had finished the food in the fridge.