“Please switch with me!” Ryeowook begged one of the boys sitting in the lounge.

The third year blinked several times, confused by the urgency of the President. “U-Uh, why?” He set his book down, eyeing Ryeowook with uncertainty.

“Well I really don’t get along with Cho Kyuhyun—”

At the sound of that name, the boy put his hand up, head shaking no. “Sorry but all of us have problems with him. He’s so…scary,” a shudder rolled through his body and he went back to reading his book, “really sorry but I think you’re just going to have to deal with it.”

Sungmin returned Ryeowook’s panicked gaze, pityingly. “C’mon, there must be someone willing to switch, right?” His eyes lit up then and he pulled Ryeowook up the staircase.

“W-Where are we going?” Ryeowook stuttered, tripping on the last step to the second floor.

“Mir would help us right? After all, he’s got no problems with that Hound as far as I know,” Sungmin stated, grinning at the flood of relief on Ryeowook’s face.

They reached a closed door at the end of the hall marked Room 6. Sungmin knocked loudly, bouncing up and down in anticipation. The last thing he wanted was to see Ryeowook anywhere near Kyuhyun. The mere thought made him cringe and heat up with anger. Letting go of the past was part of moving on…

Mir appeared in the now open doorway, his glasses perched on his nose. Behind their friend, they could see stacks and stacks of books scattered across a desk. He was always studying, huh? “What’s going on?” Mir questioned, looking rather confused.

“Can we switch roommates?” Ryeowook blurted with eyes large and hopeful.

“Sure, I don’t mind,” he replied so casually Sungmin had to pause.

The black haired boy caught Mir’s arm before he could turn around to gather his things. “Wait, why are you agreeing so easily?”

Mir shrugged, “I don’t care who my roommate is.” He, of course, couldn’t say that this was the perfect opportunity to avoid his new boyfriend’s wrath. Yes, let the church bells ring, the birds sing, and the wind chimes twinkle!

Taemin had agreed to dating him – exclusively, a point Mir made certain to make. The best part was, it truly felt like Taemin cared…the same way Mir cared about him. You wouldn’t get angry over someone unless you liked them right? Taemin’s anger over Dongwoon surely meant he was finally starting to see Mir as more than some buddy.

Just as he was about to start gathering books, a tall figure came up behind Sungmin and Ryeowook, slipping into the room and catching Mir’s wrist. “What are you doing?” Dongwoon inquired warily, gaze locked on his roommate’s widened eyes.

“I-I was going to switch r-rooms with Ryeowook,” he explained shaking his arm weakly.

Dongwoon grimaced, turning back to look at the desperate pair of boys on the other side of the threshold. Momentary pity passed through Dongwoon’s eyes but then he was shrugging and pulling Mir closer to himself. “Sorry kids,” he said to Ryeowook and Sungmin, “Mir’s staying right here.”

Then the door was kicked shut in their faces.

Ryeowook turned to Sungmin. “Are they together…?”

“I swore Taemin was somehow involved,” Sungmin muttered, sighing and shaking his head, “Okay, now what do we do? Everyone else is too scared to room with him.”

“…I’m not sure,” Ryeowook responded, turning away from the door. He was still trying to understand how this could’ve happened. Siwon surely didn’t know about their past so was it mere coincidence that they ended up in the same room? But…what sort of coincidence was that?

Sungmin took his friend’s hand. “Hey, if it gets really bad you can always come and sleep with me,” he said earnestly, gently tightening his hold on Ryeowook’s chilly fingers.

“Thank you,” he smiled half heartedly. There was no way to blame Sungmin for giving up. What else could they do? No one would switch – with good reason too. Ryeowook frowned, leaning back against the white railing across from the second floor rooms. “I just want to know what Siwon-hyung was thinking when he made these rooming assignments.”

Sungmin thought for a moment and then exhaled loudly. “Maybe he was thinking about diversity?” At Ryeowook’s confusion, Sungmin went on, “Like, my roommate is from the science department but I’m from StudGov. And Dongwoon is from StudGov but his roommate is from the academic top five percentile. So…maybe it really just happened that the StudGov President ended up rooming with the head of the Mathematics Team.”

“Don’t you think that’s a bit too unlikely?” Ryeowook mumbled, swinging their entwined hands absently.

Sungmin shrugged, not wanting to say what he was thinking. Destiny…