Hyunsik

The wheels of the suitcase rattled loudly against the linoleum floor, a sound that seemed far too noisy in the otherwise quiet dormitory hallway. Jaeho slowed his pace, his grip tightening on the handle as he scanned the gold-plated numbers on the doors. He came to a stop in front of room 207, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "207..." he murmured, glancing down at the screen of his phone to confirm the assignment one last time. It was definitely the place.

He took a breath, smoothing down his shirt, and knocked softly on the heavy wooden door. He didn't have to wait long before the door swung open with a sudden, forceful energy. Standing there was a man who looked less like a college student and more like a statue carved from granite. He was shirtless, his skin glistening with a thick layer of sweat that tracked down the defined ridges of his abdomen, and his grey sweatpants hung precariously low on his hips. He was clearly in the middle of a workout, breathing heavily, his gaze dropping to look at Jaeho with an expression of sheer indifference.