🖤 ROOMMATES WITH RULES

🕘 Location: University Dorm 5C — Move-In Day

Y/N kicked open the dorm door with her bag slung over one shoulder and a donut in her mouth. A suitcase bumped into the frame behind her.

> “HELLOOOO, freedom!” she shouted, spinning dramatically.

“Goodbye, parents. Goodbye curfew. Hello unlimited Wi-Fi and cereal at midnight!”

She twirled once—and tripped.

BAM.

Straight into a wall of chest.

But this chest wasn’t brick.

It was breathing. And annoyed.

Y/N looked up…

…into the deadpan, ice-cold eyes of Kim Taehyung.

> “What. Are. You. Doing.” he asked, like each word hurt him personally.

She blinked.

He blinked back.

She blinked again.

> “Wait—WAIT—NO—YOU’RE MY ROOMMATE?!”

> “Unfortunately,” he muttered, walking past her with his black duffel bag.

🎧 Vibe Check:

The room had one bed.

The university’s “temporary room merging system” had created chaos. And now she was stuck… with him.

Y/N stared as he removed his hoodie and stretched. His shirt lifted slightly.

> “Oh no,” she whispered. “He’s hot.” “This is going to be a nightmare.”

He glanced at her.

> “Rule One: Don’t touch my stuff.” “Rule Two: Don’t speak unless I ask you something.”

Y/N gasped.

> “EXCUSE ME?! You’re not my dad—”

> “No, I’m worse. I’m your roommate.”

📦 Moments Later

She dropped a box on his foot (by accident).

He drank her juice (on purpose).

She used his toothbrush (by tragic mistake).

He replaced it… with a toilet brush (petty level: mafia).

> “We are going to kill each other,” she groaned into a pillow.

> “You first,” he replied, sipping her soda.

🖤 Final Line:

> “In a room too small for their egos… Only one thing was guaranteed:

Someone was going to fall first. And it wouldn’t be pretty.”