First year was off to a rough and dreary start, Mark Lee had decided. He was late for his move in time which the University had emailed to him a week prior to the date. 4:00 pm the email had read, but it was now 6:30 pm. He was hella late and lowkey freaking out. 

His parents had dragged out the packing process, insistently asking questions about his  preparations. Do you have enough toilet paper? Cooking supplies? Extra bed sheets? 

Mark had to constantly reassure his parents that he would be okay, although he himself felt like he could have used some reassurance. But he guessed that's what comes with being a grown up; putting others needs before your own and dealing with dumb . 

The ride in his parent's silver SUV was tense to say the least, with Mark's mother holding back her tears, his father giving useless advice for the hundredth time, and Mark clenching and unclenching his fists, regretting that he had packed away his headphones. The music on the radio was plagued with the same three boring pop songs. Horrible, really.  

Pulling up to his residence building gave flight to the butterflies nestled in his stomach. Whether nervous or excited, Mark could not discern the reason why they began to aggressively flutter, as father parked the SUV beside the curb in front of Mark's residence.

The building was three stories tall, all red brick with white trimmed windows. The university had repurposed a lot of the town's older buildings and this had apparently been an old house. Dream, the sign outside of the building read. Mark sighed, that must be the house name or something. Sounds pretty unoriginal and lame if you asked him. 

A soft pitter-patter of rain had begun to hit the vehicle's windows and he sighed again, a line of a frown settling between his eyebrows. Great, just great.

Mark slid the car door open and was met with a welcoming smile. Standing in front of the building's many steps was a boy with blonde hair, a yellow shirt, and the biggest eyes Mark had ever seen.

Once Mark stepped out of the car, the boy enthusiastically began to introduce himself as he eagerly his hand forward, "Hi, hello, I'm Taeyong! But you can just call me Tae or Yong for short. I'm a fourth year and I'll be your Don1 and head icebreaker for O-week events."

Mark stood taken aback until he remembered that the university held a week of events for first year orientation. Something about making new students comfortable, but Mark couldn't help but feel burdened by the man's earnest smile. Seeing Taeyong's outstretched hand, Mark quickly came to his senses and shook the icebreaker's hand.

"Oh hey, I'm Mark Lee," he stuttered out, feeling slightly overwhelmed already. 

"Hey Mark, cool name. Your parents can help you move your belongings inside if you'd like, although we also have other icebreakers who can help. But first, just head over to that table and sign in. Jaehyun will be more than happy to hand you your keys," Taeyong stated once the formalities were out of the way.

Of course, just as Mark made his way over to a white foldable table to the left of the stairs, his parents emerged from the car and began to most likely pester Taeyong with their never ending, unsatisfiable arsenal of questions. 

Jaehun or Jaehyun, Mark couldn't remember, was glaring at the table, but upon hearing the younger boy approach and clear his throat, the icebreaker glanced up and his seemingly intimidating demeanour quickly melted away. 

"Newbie, right? Hey, I'm Jae, third year Crim. Name?" Jaehyun asked, smiling up at him, dimples deepening.

"Oh, um, Mark Lee. English," Mark responded with a slight delay, not processing the elder's question immediately. 

"Oh, sweet, you have the room I had when I was in first year. Good times," Jaehyun voiced out while he handed Mark his fob key for the building and two keys for his apartment, one for the front door and the other for his bedroom. 

"Yo, Ta, get off your and help this kid move his stuff inside. Apartment three," Jaehyun yelled out to someone supposedly behind him. He ran his fingers through his brown hair and sighed exasperatedly. 

A boy, startled at the address, stumbled out from behind Jaehyun's table, seemingly appearing from out of nowhere. His lean but toned arms were the first thing to catch Mark's attention, as his sleeves, unlike the other two ice breakers, were rolled up to his shoulders. 

Once he regained his footing, the boy sauntered over to Mark, hands tucked into his black, cargo short’s pockets. Glancing at Mark, a cheshire smile broke out across his face. 

"Hey, kiddo, I'm Yuta," the boy stated, as he tilted his head, eyes scanning Mark. 

Mark met the boy's gaze for all of two seconds before looking down. His eyes were far too intense and were tho