“Jeon Wonwoo? That kid you used to play with?” Hyejin and I were eating at the uni’s cafeteria for our 30-minute lunch break.

“Yeah, we used to be neighbours,” I said sipping on my milkshake. “Hmm… I think it’s fine. That is, if you’re comfortable living with a male specimen. I heard he’s hot, too. I mean, you probably won’t, but you can handle it,” she said with full, lips forming into a smirk.

“Ugh, how many times do I have to tell you to chew with your mouth closed?” I shoved her red-coloured lips with a tissue, almost wiping the lipstick off.

“Besides, I don’t date guys younger than me,” I stated matter-of-factly. “Yeah, but what if he’s into older women?”

And that just almost made me reconsider letting Wonwoo be my roommate – almost.