A week before the first semester...   "See, told you he was hot." You rolled your eyes over the phone as your sister talked on and on about your roommate. She was saying the truth though, you could barely contain your excitement to what might happen in the future between the both of you. But discussion of rules wasn't the best thing you have ever done because hello, it meant there were some boundaries!   First rule involved no touching or doing weird things together. Yes, the both of you have made that very clear. Second was no going to each other's territory without permission or if the owner wasn't there, and especially during a project, exam, and sleep. Third was being in charge of the laundry, separating your things with his. Fourth involved alternately using the kitchen. Fifth was no loud voices. Chanyeol hates people who babble a lot.   Sixth rule involved no bringing friends inside the room. Maybe one was fine. Seventh, be yourself.       Three days before classes...   "Is this necessary?" You looked at the giant before you. Chanyeol dusted his hands and gave a nod before staring back. Your cheeks automatically fired up and he giving a smile wasn't even helping to ease what you were feeling right there and then.   "It is. This baby will help us know our limitations." You couldn't help but gape at what he had done with all the boxes the both of you brought in the dormitory. The biggest ones were placed at the very bottom and stacked by other boxes in different sizes and shapes. The wall was up until his chest, so that meant it was only until your chin. Okay, you lost with that one.       On the first day of the first semester...   "Oh yeah." Chanyeol grinned at himself and looked at the mirror. He was currently wearing his uniform from the Criminology department and boy did it make him look hotter and more irresistible. Your first class would start at 9am so the only thing you did was looked at Chanyeol as he walked and talked. "What do you think?"   "It's good on you." You gave him thumbs ups.   At exactly 9am you marched down the hallway of the Science Department and went in your assigned room. If Chanyeol took up Criminology, your sister and you took Medicine. It ran in the family.   You settled down and looked at all those unfamiliar faces either staring or not. You sighed when no one in particular caught your interest. You just wanted to laze around with Chanyeol so badly. A vibration woke you up from your deep thoughts and you fished your phone out.   Let's meet up after class? :)   Definitely.       1st month...   "What's your favorite dish?" You chewed on a popcorn and kicked Chanyeol's foot out of the way. He grunted nonetheless changed positions to give you space as the both of you watched a sick, romance television series. There were no other channels available at the moment and you in all the awkwardness.   "Chicken." He mumbled, too engrossed with what he's seeing.   Dinner, you decided to fry some chickens and he took some from your share.       2nd month...   Chanyeol was tired. He already gave up in doing a report about historical criminals even if Jongin said he was glad to help. You were gone at the moment too, so he didn't have anyone to pester. As you were gone he lied on his bed and looked at your territory from time to time.   Chanyeol started liking you the week before the semester started. It was ridiculous for him at first because he didn't know who you really were, and the same went to you. Sighing to himself he thought about the times you cooked for him and an idea woke him up.   What's your favorite dish?   He bit his nails to distract himself from the nervousness. He didn't receive any reply.   "I texted, you know." Chanyeol frowned at you and closed the door. You kicked your shoes off and he placed them on the rack becore you could do so. You smiled slightly and shut the bathroom door close. He looked at it curiously, worried. "Haeyoung you okay?"   "Yeah, just give me a minute." It did not take long before he heard you in pain.   Chanyeol started panicking when you didn't open the door with the continuous banging.   "Of course." He rolled his eyes and took the dorm keys from the table and pushed one inside the knob. After the clicking he pushed it open as wide as he could and looked at you. You were still grunting while clutching your stomach. "What happened?"   Chanyeol knelt down. You looked at him and tried standing up but the pain shot up and yor legs gave in.   "Hey, tell me what happened?"   "C-Cram..."   "What???"   "Cramps!"   Chanyeol helped you stand and you clung on him like there was no tomorrow. He kept the thought in head that you were in pain, tears were visible in your hooded eyes. He shook away the rapid beating of his heart.   "Don't move okay?" He gave you a cloth to press on the part he really didn't know where and wore his jacket. "I'll buy you some medicine and something to eat."   He came back with medicine and soup and fed you with it. He stayed by your side until 5pm eventually became 9 in the evening. He didn't regret anything and was relieved when you weren't in pain anymore. He brushed the hair out of your eyes and you blushed at the kind gesture.   "Chanyeol?"   "Yeah?"   "I like kimchi, so much."   He smiled.       3rd month...   "Let's go out." He simply stated one Saturday morning at breakfast that you choked on the orange juice. Grabbing a piece of cloth you pressed it on your mouth and coughed more.   "What?"   What kind of going out? Was he asking you to be his girlfriend or something? That was what was in your head and you blushed hard. Chanyeol was oblivious with it.   "Let's get out of here I mean." Oh. "We never had the chance to go around since we're too busy you know."   Wrong.   That wasn't his real intention.       4th month...   Chanyeol was alone again. And he was glad that he was. He couldn't take seeing your face and his rapid beating heart. It was too much on him. He wasn't the type to linger on one thing, he liked being straight to the point. But in your case, he didn't know if he can confess or something.   The door opened and he scrambled out of his bed, being very conscious of his clothes and hair. It was the first time, despite he liking you for quite a time now, that he fixed himself (that didn't mean he wasn't neat then). You peeked your head in and grinned at Chanyeol and he did the same, but it didn't reach his eyes and you wondered. Shrugging the thought away you went inside and removed your shoes.   "What happened with your feet?" He didn't worry about his looks anymore. What mattere