It was difficult to break habits, but Ryeowook was managing somehow. He sat in the living room with his book, reading about “Denial” while idly snacking on cookies. In the kitchen adjacent to him, he could Kyuhyun’s demanding voice. Wasn’t that nostalgic? It had been years since Kyuhyun had been that whiny with him.

Ryeowook had learned quickly what to do with Kyuhyun, but he wondered if other people would be that smart.

“No, it’s all wrong.”

Victoria stared at the handsome young man sitting in his chair. She had easily spent all afternoon in the kitchen cooking dinner, knowing that his first impression of her food was vital. How could it be anything but good if she had spent all day on it? “What…do you mean?” she asked hesitantly.

“The rice is too dry,” Kyuhyun stated, “I like it soft, not chewy. The eggs aren’t crispy enough. The kimchi isn’t homemade. I don’t like wine with this sort of dinner. You folded the napkin wrong. I don’t use these chopsticks to eat anything but breakfast.”

He took a deep breath, leaning back in his chair, eyes scrutinizing the layout of food. “I don’t eat stir fry on Saturdays. There are too many visible vegetables. You used the white plates, but I only eat on red plates during dinner.”

Ryeowook looked up from his book, wondering then who was crazier, him or Kyuhyun. Was he always such a freak about the little things? Then again, Ryeowook had to admit that he was probably a bigger control freak then. That was the only way he would naturally pick up all of those oddities.

“You’re joking,” Victoria stared at him, her blushing bride image chipping away. She had been told over and over again by her mother to be the perfect wife – to presumably woo Cho Kyuhyun so their families would be secure economically for generations to come. But, wasn’t this man too much? How could anyone be so frustrating within barely a day of living together? “You can’t really be that picky. You just want to drive me out.”

Kyuhyun’s eyes narrowed at her. “Seriously? You think I’m that petty?” He looked at the food again and shook his head. “You’re the one who made mistakes. Do it right next time and maybe I’ll eat.” He stood up, walking out of the kitchen.

He passed by the living room and Ryeowook muttered, “You’re crazier than I remember.”

“I hadn’t realized how incompetent people were until now,” Kyuhyun responded, “You were spoiling me too much.” He turned down a hallway, shutting the door of the bathroom as he entered.

Victoria came into the living room, seeing Ryeowook. She hadn’t really known what to expect when she heard of Kyuhyun’s roommate. Perhaps it would’ve been someone charming and sleek like Kyuhyun himself. Or maybe it would’ve been a flirty guy or possibly a cold, quiet guy. There were so many possibilities, yet the only one she hadn’t expected was a cute, feminine boy. His eyes were gentle, features sharp and smooth and delicate.

“Is he just trying to get rid of me?” Victoria sighed, feeling comfortable talking to the slender young male. He was just so unthreatening.

Ryeowook peered at her softly. “No, my roommate is always this psychotic.” He smiled at her lightly. “If he was trying to get rid of you, he wouldn’t have bothered to let you in, in the first place.”

“I suppose that’s a good thing,” she muttered, “Do you have any tips on how to handle him?”

Of course I do. “Nope,” Ryeowook shook his head, “I learned to live with him.”

Kyuhyun suddenly emerged from the bathroom, his eyes vehement. A soft sigh escaped Ryeowook as he saw a green towel in the male’s hand. Uh-oh… “Where’s my towel?” Kyuhyun asked carefully, voice tight.

“I changed it for you…,” Victoria answered nervously, “what’s wrong? This one is clean.”

He didn’t say anything, just pressed his lips together and chucked it to the floor. Turning away again, Kyuhyun walked into his bedroom, the door slamming.

“He color coordinates his towels by day,” Ryeowook explained casually, flipping a page in his book, “Saturday is red, Sunday is white, Monday is gold, Tuesday is orange, Wednesday is blue, Thursday is green, Friday is either cream or black, depending on whether he’s going out that night.”

Victoria stared at Ryeowook for a long moment, flabbergasted. “No…way.”

“I wouldn’t joke about something like that,” he said with obvious exhaustion. Closing his book, Ryeowook stood up and smiled at her sympathetically. “Good luck, because he’s not joking about any of the outrageous things he says. Good night, Miss Victoria.”

She stood there for a while, trying to absorb just what she had gotten herself into. He had such a beautiful face and voice and was oh-so successful. Cho Kyuhyun had the potential to be any woman’s dream, so why did he have to ruin that? Victoria slumped against the couch, crossing her arms and staring at the discarded green towel.

“This is ridiculous,” she shook her head, pressing one palm to forehead.