Jihoon’s mouth dropped open, and he closed it so as to not be rude (though, did it matter if the other couldn't see?). “Ah, that's...good to know.”

Jinyoung laughed, and it sounded sweet and melodic to the other in the room. “I thought it would be a good thing to tell you. If you hadn't been wearing a red shirt, I probably wouldn't even seen you.

“Ah.” (Jihoon decided not to correct him—it was orange plaid—since he didn't think that blind people could see anything. But he also decided not to delve further into the subject.)

The other leaned against the bedpost. “I was wondering if I could get the bottom bunk.”

Jihoon nodded quickly. “Of course!”

“You can choose whichever desk you want,” he said, cautiously walking over to the suitcases he had placed under the window. “I don't need light to work, since I'm using Braille books, so feel free to take the desk near the window.”

“Ah, thank you!” Jihoon said. He began unpacking the few supplies he brought with him: notebooks, pencil pouch, speaker, headphones, a framed picture of his family, and a little stuffed animal. He watched Jinyoung out of the corner of his eye as he carefully unpacked each book and placed them on one of the shelves above his desk. It made Jihoon feel a little self conscious about not having any of his books yet.

“Did I miss anything exciting?” Jihoon asked, partially out of curiosity, but mostly to break the silence.

Jinyoung paused and looked in his general direction. “I don't actually know. I heard there was a table with cookies and stuff in the main hall, but administration wanted to talk to me for, like, two hours.” He shook his head and felt around his bag, which seemed to be empty. “And I was finishing up a tour of the campus when you came in.” He pushed that suitcase to the side and pulled another. “Why were you so late?...If you don't mind me asking.”

Jihoon sighed dramatically. “Five hour plane ride. And then they lost my luggage, and it took them an hour to find. Then, just getting here was 45 minutes.” He slammed his fist on the desk a bit too hard, making the other boy jump. “Sorry. I'm just so exhausted.”

“I bet. You should get some sleep really soon.”

“Yeah. I'm gonna unpack my clothes tomorrow, I guess.”

Jinyoung pushed his luggage to the side and stood up. “I can help you make your bed. The top one’s the hardest.”

“Thank you.” Jihoon wasn't quite sure how Jinyoung would be much help, but what else could he say?

Well, Jinyoung was surprising helpful. His hands worked quickly, and though he had to step back a few times (Jihoon didn't know why, though), the job was done quicker than Jihoon could have imagined. He agreed to help Jinyoung with his own bed, because two was always better than one, even if one was blind.

“Jinyoung,” he said, clutching a little box with his facial wash and toothbrush, “I'm going to go use the bathroom. Do you wanna come?”

The other nodded. “Yes, please. I'm still not quite sure where it is.” He reached into a pocket of his suitcase and pulled out a little pouch.

They walked side by side down the hall, Jinyoung turning his head back and forth. “Here we are,” Jihoon announced.

Jinyoung followed him through the door and they cleaned up quickly. When they got back to their room, they pulled some sleep clothes out of their bags. Jihoon tried to look the other way as Jinyoung got changed, but it was hard, seeing as the other had such a nice body, despite being so young. He can probably tell you're looking at him, though, he told himself.

“All ready?” Jihoon asked, and the other answered yes. “Get into bed. I'll turn off the light.”

Jinyoung obeyed. Jihoon figured that, despite the terrible day he had, things would get better.

The next morning, Jihoon found himself awake before Jinyoung. The other was still sprawled out on the mattress below him, mouth open and head lolled to the side. The clock on his phone said 7:37. He climbed down from his bunk and went to unpack his clothes, just to save some time. At eight, there was a knock on the door.

“Good morning, Jihoon!” Sewoon said when the door had opened. “I just wanted to give you guys this schedule for today. There's some seminars, and then karaoke tonight. Since we’re all here for music, it's basically mandatory that you come.” He laughed a little before excusing himself to move onto the next room.

Jihoon turned back to the room, where Jinyoung finally woken up. “Jihoon?” he asked, his voice deeper from sleep.

“Yeah?”

“Nothing. Just wanted to know where you were.”

“I'm at my desk now. Sewoon came in—you know, the RA—and gave us a schedule for the day.”

“What’s it say?” Jinyoung said, looking in the general direction of the voice.

“It's all specific to the dorm, to get to know everyone. There's a special lunch at 12:30. At 2:45, there's an informational session about dorm rules and such. Then after that's done, it looks like we’re free until dinner and karaoke at six.”

Jinyoung leaned back in his bed. “Ugh. It's going to be exhausting.”

Jihoon couldn't help but agree. “I hope we don't have to do stuff like this for the next few days til classes start. I like chilling in here.”

“Me too.” The younger smiled widely. “Ah, I guess I have to finish unpacking.”

“I can help. I've finished with my stuff.”

Jinyoung’s lips were parted, as if considering the offer. “If you want to. I like to keep everything in the order I have it in my suitcase so I can find it.” The boy then threw the covers off his lap and stood, only he hit his head on the bunk above him. “Ah!”

The older stood up. “Are you okay?”

Jinyoung laughed. “Yeah. I miscalculated.” He rubbed his head, messing up his hair even more (which was pretty attractive, in Jihoon’s opinion). When he had composed himself enough to open his last suitcase, they got to filling Jinyoung’s closet. “One outfit goes on one hanger, he said, pulling out the first pair of pants. “It makes life easier.” Jihoon made sure to do as Jinyoung instructed. They finished quickly, and the older asked if they should go find the dining hall to get breakfast.

“Sounds good. We should get changed, though, shouldn't we?”

Jihoon laughed. “That would probably be a good idea.” He got dressed in a pink t-shirt and tied a black sweatshirt around his waist. (People always told him he had problematic clothes, but he thought his outfits were just fine.) Jinyoung had dressed in a blue and white striped shirt and black skinny jeans.

“I match, right?” the latter asked.

“Yup. Ready to go?”