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It’s in the introductory micro-economics class that San and Wooyoung first saw each other. Wooyoung had noticed San only because a cheeky Yeosang next to him had pointed out that ‘the guy over there with the red highlights’ was exactly Wooyoung’s type. There was no denial from the latter, he was just more interested in the class that was about to start.

Wooyoung was majoring in performing arts with a focus on dance, his real passion. While his parents agreed to let him enroll in his dream course, they had one condition: minor in something business-related so he would always have a back-up plan. Wooyoung didn’t mind and applied for a business management minor. It was nice to study diverse subjects as it kept him busy. The marketing and management courses were fine but he worried a lot about economics. He had never been good at it back in high school so he really needed to focus in this class.

Yeosang, the boy who was now sitting next to him and looking around the room in search for cute boys, had been his best friend since middle school. They had attended the same classes for the past 5 years and made sure to enroll in the same university. Yeosang was majoring in business management, which meant him and Wooyoung still had several classes in common.

Both of them were in their sophomore year and had been living a fairly quiet university life. They were together most of the time, rooming together in their freshmen year and only attending a few parties. They had mostly stopped going because of Yeosang’s ex-boyfriend, Jongho, who went to every party there was. It was a bother to keep running into him and it made things too awkward for Yeosang. As a result, the two best friends turned to relaxing evenings during which they entertained themselves through gaming, watching movies, drinking soju or just chatting.

This semester, they would probably not be roommates again. Their dorm management thought it would be fun to pick roommates at random, which seemed completely useless to Wooyoung but he wasn’t too bothered. As long as he wasn’t paired with someone loud and messy, he had no problems making friends.

When the professor came in, the two boys decided to focus on the lecture and get to know what they would be assessed on this semester. The course assessment included short assignments, mid-term, a group project and a final exam. They would also be having seminars twice a week with Park Seonghwa, a name that sounded vaguely familiar to Wooyoung. When there were 10 minutes left of the class, the professor asked the students to form groups of 5. The groups would be permanent for the whole semester and would share assignments and the main project.

Yeosang turned to Wooyoung and they exchanged a knowing look. Picking the right teammates was extremely important, none of them wanted to have groupmates with no sense of responsibility. They got up and went to stand in a corner of the room, looking around at the messy crowd of students.
“So, we need three people” Yeosang stated, earning a nod from his friend. Since almost all of his classes included group projects, he’d gotten quite good at picking the right students. He could tell from their demeanor whether they were careless or invested. Two tall figures caught his eye. The two boys he saw were also looking around with serious eyes, Yeosang smirked. Perfect. One of them was Jung Yunho, a smart accounting and finance student. Yeosang had shared a few classes with him last year and the tall boy always got perfect scores, he was also loved by teachers. Yunho was accompanied by two other friends, one of them as tall as him sporting a confused look. Yeosang recognized the smaller boy as the guy he pointed out to Wooyoung at the start of class. Although he had red highlights, which would have been a sign of ‘delinquency’ according to Yeosang’s mother, he trusted that Jung Yunho wouldn’t just pair with anyone.

“Wooyoung, I got this”, he gestured his best friend to come along as he walked towards the small group.

“Kang Yeosang?” Yunho spoke first. “You take this class too?”
“So you know my name, I’m surprised” Yeosang raised an eyebrow.
“I mean… The professor mentioned you a few times last semester. In our management class.” He explained himself.
“Right. This is my friend Wooyoung, he’s a hard-working guy.” Wooyoung waved and smiled at the group. Yeosang continued “Let’s team up?”

With a smile, Yunho shook his hand, both of them seeming relieved that they had grouped with someone they knew was good.

The five of them left to get coffee, deciding to get to know each other better. Yunho and Yeosang introduced themselves first before leaving room for their groupmates.

“Hi I’m Wooyoung, also a sophomore. I major in performing arts and business management. How about you guys?”
“I’m Mingi! Nice to meet you Wooyoung and Yeosang! I’m in accounting and finance, just like these guys”, he gestured at Yunho and the red highlighted hair boy on each of his sides.
“My name is San, happy to meet you both” San gave a small wave then looked back down and blushed. Yunho laughed at the scene “Hey San it’s not like you to be shy in front of new friends?”
San laughed back awkwardly and explained he’d heard this class was one of the most difficult ones. The mood fell slightly silent, all agreeing they had heard the same things.

“Let’s promise to work hard then!” Yunho said, trying to lift his team’s spirits up. Wooyoung was impressed by Yunho. He was tall, good looking, dressed perfectly and also one of the smartest guys (according to Yeosang)? Not only that but he seemed to be a natural mood maker and especially a leader. Wooyoung felt slightly intimidated but he was glad to be part of his team, as he was very nervous about this class.

A while later, they exchanged numbers to create a group chat and separated. Wooyoung and Yeosang had to move into the dorms and find out who would be their roommate for this year. Wooyoung also hoped he would get one of the larger rooms, the pick was also random so hopefully he’d get lucky!

“So… Kang Yeosang and Jung Wooyoung?” Hongjoong, a senior from their dorm wrote down their names, looking through his computer. “Let me see the results for the random draw, just a minute.”
“Can’t we just room together? Please?” Wooyoung asked just in case. Now that it had come to this, he was a bit nervous to share a room with a stranger. He had gotten so used to Yeosang and didn’t want things to be uncomfortable. Hongjoong looked up to him, a stern look on his face. “You’re like, the 45th person that’s asked me that today. We are sticking with the draw.” He looked back down to the computer “Ah! Your picks are out.”

Wooyoung and Yeosang looked at each other, they silently prayed that both of them would get a nice roommate.

“Wooyoung, you’re rooming with a certain Choi San. He’s new to our dorm this year, good luck!” Wooyoung opened his mouth, surprised by the name. Could this just be a coincidence? There weren’t many people called San. Was his future roommate the boy from his econ group? He was about to ask Yeosang what he thought, when the latter saw the name of his roommate.

“Oh my god, nonononono this must be some kind of mistake! Hongjoong please, please, I beg you let me room with someone else! Anyone, I’d do anything!” Yeosang suddenly started begging Hongjoong, panic written all across his face. Wooyoung moved towards the computer screen to see who Yeosang had been paired with. “Choi Jongho”, he read out.

Yeosang let out a desperate scream, grabbing Hongjoong’s hands and proceeding to beg again. Wooyoung couldn’t help his evil laugh from coming out. This was the greatest event of the semester so far and it was only the first day. He choked, tears prickling at his eyes from laughing too hard. On the other hand, Yeosang’s eyes were getting teary but for a different reason.
“Hongjoong please…”
“Yeosang I’m sorry but if you don’t have a proper reason I can’t help you”
“He’s my ex ok! HE IS MY EX-BOYFRIEND AND I WILL NOT ROOM WITH HIM” Yeosang shouted desperately.
“Oh…” Hongjoong fell silent, looking to the side where someone else had appeared in the room “Hey Jongho”.

Yeosang’s face changed to a horrified expression, slowly turning towards the boy that had just appeared by the door. He wondered if he’d heard anything (which he knew he had). Jongho was looking at him, unimpressed. Yeosang hadn’t seen him in a while. Jongho had been working out a lot and got a little taller. Although his body looked mature, he still had the baby face he was known for.

Jongho turned his attention to Wooyoung, who had laughed even harder when he’d seen him by the door. He was now holding his stomach on the floor, seemingly about to pass out from too much laughing. The three boys present all briefly thought that ‘ah, so it is possible to actually die from laughter’. Yeosang mentally added that he wished Wooyoung would in fact die from laughter because this right there, was not best friend behavior.
Annoyed, he grabbed his bag and started to walk towards the hell that was waiting for him, his room.


San pulled his heavy suitcase into his new dorm, directly heading for his room. As the lift was broken, he dragged his things up the stairs until the 4th floor. His room number was 420 and he really hoped that was just a coincidence. San enjoyed smoking up during parties but would never do it in his room, hopefully his roommate wasn’t some heavy weed addict.

Panting from his walk up the stairs, he knocked on the door before letting himself in. His roommate was unpacking his stuff and had his back turned to San, seemingly not having noticed him. San heard music play from his earphones, he could make out a BTS song that the boy was humming. San thought his voice sounded very pretty.
Not wanting to scare his roommate, he stayed near the door and knocked on it again, louder this time.

“Hello!” San said loudly, the other boy finally turned around “Oh? Wooyoung…?” San couldn’t believe it. The cute guy from his economics group was his roommate?
“Oh San hi~” Wooyoung smiled shyly, causing San’s heartbeat to speed up. “Looks like we are roommates as well, I hope we get along!” he continued.
“Yes I’m… really glad it’s you I was scared to be paired with someone… you know” he gestured at the room number. Wooyoung stared at him in confusion, his eyes looked so innocent. “Well… 420 you know” San laughed awkwardly but his roommate was still confused.
“What about 420?”
“You don’t know what it means?” Wooyooung shook his head from side to side, eyes still fixated on San’s.
“420 is usually the weed room, like where people smoke up this plant that’s-“
“I know what weed is San” Wooyoung cut into his words “and thank you for explaining I really had no clues! But you don’t have to worry I’m not a smoker, I hate smoke.”
“Oh, Okay then.”

They both fell silent and San allowed himself to take a good look at their room. It was pretty large, there was even a small living room area next to the front door. It had a table and a small kitchen. They each had their own beds and desks located further into the room next to the window. Another door separated them from the bathroom. Overall, San had to admit he was really impressed with the room. He’d stayed in a way smaller dorm over the past year, it was always messy and rank of alcohol. This room was fresh, let the sunlight in abundantly and looked recently renovated.
“We got one of the best rooms!” Wooyoung exclaimed, noticing San’s eyes wandering around. “We are very lucky” he smiled again, taking San’s breath away.

Ever since he’d seen him in their economics class, San couldn’t get Wooyoung out of his head. The boy was just messing with his brain. San wasn’t gay or anything but the way Wooyoung looked and acted made him go crazy. He was like an angel who had fallen from the sky, San could almost see a halo around his head. When Wooyoung smiled, his eyes turned into beautiful crescents which reminded San of two moons. He was pretty sure Wooyoung held the whole sky into his eyes. He’d never seen someone as beautiful, boy or girl. And that was without mentioning his body because holy shit Wooyoung was in front of him taking his shirt off and San couldn’t help but stare.
“I’m gonna take a quick shower, it was so hot unpacking” his roommate explained, seeing how San was looking at him.
“Uh-Uh yeah, very hot” is all that he could reply. San cursed his stupid mouth, he tried to act normal and unpack. However, his eyes were drawn to Wooyoung’s form. The shorter boy now had his back to him and that back was just beautiful.

His skin was incredibly smooth looking, he was a little tanned. His jeans were tight, hugging his thighs in such a sinful manner. Looking this good should be illegal, San thought. Why was he acting like this? He decided it was probably just admiration. As a man, he could appreciate another man’s body and compliment it. Just like those guys he’d seen at the gym, all checking each other’s muscles out and judging. Wooyoung was a beautiful person that all genders could appreciate, no matter their sexuality. That made enough sense to San to stop him from feeling so uncomfortable.

Once Wooyoung got back, he’d already unpacked his stuff and was ready to become friends and have a wonderful year as roommates.
“There’s a party tonight, you should come along! Mingi and Yunho are also going”, he suggested.
“Oh I’ll have to ask Yeosang though”
“Will you not come if he doesn’t?” San asked, genuinely curious.
“Well he’s my best friend, we basically do everything together. Also, I don’t really know anyone… I don’t want it to be awkward, you know?’

San smiled and got up, walking to Wooyoung’s side of the room. “I’m sure you’ll be fine, what if I promise to stay by your side the whole time?”
Wooyoung smiled, appreciating how nice San was acting towards him. He’d mistaken him for a shy and antisocial guy during their first encounter. In truth, San seemed a lot more sociable than him. He thanked him and agreed to come if he wasn’t going to be alone. They smiled and exchanged a high five, smiling at each other.
“You know what, we should have a handshake! Our own thing!” San exclaimed, keeping his hold on Wooyoung’s hand. “Okay!” the latter laughed, happy that they were getting along so well.
The two of them then sat on the bed and started practicing for a fabulous handshake.


Meanwhile, Yeosang was feeling more awkward than ever while unpacking. He dreaded the moment Jongho would come into the room and they would have to be together again. Letting out a sight, he recalled their break-up in the middle of last year.

They’d only dated for two months before Yeosang caught Jongho repeatedly checking out another guy. Apparently, he barely talked about his boyfriend to his friends but never shut up about that other guy who was his tutor. In the end, Yeosang got annoyed and decided to start avoiding Jongho, never really breaking up with him properly. Every time they met at parties, Jongho would go to him and ask for closure, for an explanation. At that time, Yeosang was too embarrassed to give the real reason why he wanted a break up. Eventually, they had fallen apart and barely saw each other anymore. Obviously, that was now about to change.

The door opened, revealing his ex-boyfriend. Yeosang tried to ignore him, deciding that maybe, he could continue avoiding him. As he thought that, he let out a long sight, it was going to be a bothersome year.

“Hey Yeosang” Jongho called him but he didn’t reply. “This might be late but… I’m sorry if I did anything to make you upset. I should have known you didn’t start avoiding me out of nowhere.” He paused for a while, seeing that Yeosang had stopped his movements and was listening to him. “I don’t want to pressure you or anything, but I hope we can leave this behind us and become friends like we used to be. You’re a really good guy and I always enjoyed spending time with you. We are just not meant to be a couple, that’s it. Anyway, I just wanted to say sorry for my behavior over the past half year and I hope we can move on from these bad feelings.”

Yeosang finally faced him. Hearing these words made a weight he didn’t know he had come off his shoulders, he felt incredibly light. “Thank you Jongho, I really appreciate it.” He hesitated before adding “I’m sorry too, I should have given you closure. Let’s leave all this in the past.” He gave a shy smile, feeling that he was opening up to Jongho. The two of them smiled at each other and exchanged a small hug.

While they unpacked, they chatted about their uni life and caught up with each other. Yeosang was feeling much better, finally he started believing that this year would not be so bad after all.


The party was already in full heat when Wooyoung and San arrived. It was located at one of the freshmen’s houses in one of the rich parts of town. As expected, Wooyoung didn’t see anyone there that he could recognize. He was aware parties weren’t really his circle anyway, however he hoped to get closer to San, Yunho and Mingi. It was always nice to make new friends.

San seemed to become increasingly comfortable around him, they’d spend the afternoon together in their room chatting about things. They made fun of their economics teacher and laughed a lot. Wooyoung had a great time, he hoped tonight would be a good night as well. Unfortunately, Yeosang didn’t want to join him. It seemed that he was still annoyed at Wooyoung but, he appeared to be in a better mood. It looked like he and Jongho had finally talked things out, which was long overdue.

Wooyoung’s thoughts came back to the present as San grabbed his arm to drag him towards the kitchen. When Wooyoung was about to reach out for a beer, San stopped his hand and offered him a bottle of Soju instead. Wooyoung raised an eyebrow “So, getting drunk is the plan?”
San scoffed “What else? We’re at a party Wooyoungie”, he placed his bottle on the table and moved behind the other boy to massage his shoulders “Loosen up! What got you so tense?”

The slightly shorter boy laughed a little, feeling more relaxed under the touch “Okay okay, I’ll drink up! But you gotta promise to take responsibility, ok?” He turned his head and winked at San. He swore the latter had been checking him out ever since earlier in their room. Wooyoung was used to it.

In university, he’d been extremely popular with both boys and girls, getting asked out on many occasions. Although he’d been on a few dates, no one really caught his attention which resulted in him staying single. On the other hand, he wasn’t lonely. He had a phase last year where he slept around a lot. He would just go out, meet one, sometimes even two guys and go home with them. It wasn’t always at home, Wooyoung liked to do it in the car, the bathroom, other people’s rooms, anywhere was good. The past year, he had mostly been sleeping with men as he found out he enjoyed getting fucked more than the other way around with his ex-girlfriend.

During his last year of high school, he had dated a girl named Mia. She was pretty, smart and confident, it turned him on a lot. They experimented a lot with each other so, one time, he had asked her if she would finger him while she was sucking him off. It had felt so good that the next time, he bought her a strap on and asked her to fuck him with it. It was his first experience at anal sex, although it wasn’t exactly a real cock. That time, Wooyoung came untouched for the first time. He then became obsessed with filling himself up, buying all sorts of dildos. Mia had noticed and they had a serious talk. They weren’t what each other looked for sexually, and for teenagers, that was important.

After that experience, Wooyoung had slept with several guys during his first year. Although, he had never dated, he enjoyed being a bottom way too much. Over the summer, he’d been having threesomes, keeping it a secret from even Yeosang. Wooyoung was a little ashamed, often wondering if he was normal or if his sex drive was just too high.

“What are you thinking about?” San asked, taking a seat next to him.
“Oh, nothing sorry” he laughed it out, cheeks getting red but that could have been from the alcohol. He could feel himself become more relaxed, leaning into San who was by his side. “Where are Yunho and Mingi?”
“I swear they must be here somewhere, maybe on the dance floor?”
By dance floor, he meant the large living room that had been transformed into a club like dancing area. Wooyoung nodded, still looking ahead towards the dancing crowd “Should we go dance too?”

San brought his bottle next to his and clinked it, making a cheers sound. “Bottoms up then we go?” he challenged. Wooyoung obliged, they counted down from 3 before finishing their bottles. The Soju was so bitter and strong, it made Wooyoung feel sick for a few seconds. When the nausea left, he was left feeling more drunk than he’d been in a while. “Oh, I think I’m drunk”, he giggled and leaned into San again, pressing his face against his neck.
“No shit” San laughed back, secretly noting that Wooyoung got touchy with alcohol. It made him feel strange, he briefly wondered whether Wooyoung did this with just anyone. He felt a tingle of jealousy pass through him, he really hoped it wasn’t the case.
“Let’s go dance Sannie” he heard his voice, muffled against his neck. San could feel his lips moving on his skin when he spoke, Wooyoung was too irresistible for his own good. Nevertheless, he agreed and got up, helping the other boy up as well. The latter was giggling and clinging onto San who had to wrap an arm around his waist in order to keep him standing properly.

As they walked towards the dance area, the music got louder and a BTS song started playing. San remembered the song as the one Wooyoung had been listening to when he had first gone to their room. The latter’s face lit up, hearing the song “Omg I love this song!”. All excited, he started dancing next to San and holy shit San should have remembered Wooyoung majored in performing arts with a focus on dance because, nothing could have prepared him for this. Although he was drunk, Wooyoung danced with confidence and hit all the right moves. His body was flexible, hips snapping easily while a big smile was spread across his face. He was in his own world.

San was staring, mouth agape. He barely noticed that his friends had come up to him and were trying to talk to him, there was only one thing in focus in his mind, Wooyoung. It must have been the alcohol that let him be so bold, but he stepped closer and grabbed his roommate’s waist before pulling him close to him. Wooyoung giggled again, seemingly unimpressed “What is it Sannie?”, he made a pouty face that left San’s heart miss a few beats. The latter was forced to come back to his senses when Yunho and Mingi started chatting with Wooyoung.

San was trying to listen but his eyes would not leave the other boy’s face. He looked so pure, so innocent, so perfect, so-

“Earth to San! Can you hear us??”

He blinked, finally managing to move his head towards his friends “Hi-Hey guys, what’s up?”, he tried to be casual and ignore the trance he’d been stuck in for the past few minutes.
“You don’t look that drunk, why are you so out of it?” Yunho asked, looking red himself. “Did you guys smoke up?” Mingi came into the conversation, knowing smile on his lips.
“Mingiii~” Wooyoung squirted into San’s arm and playfully hit Mingi’s chest “We live in 420 but that doesn’t mean we smoke right Sannieeee~?”. While saying those last words, Wooyoung had moved even closer to him to give him a hug but San could tell he was relying on him to keep him standing up. He made a mental note that Wooyoung was a lightweight, but no surprises there.
“You guys actually live in 420?!” Mingi exclaimed, apparently finding this info hilarious. San could tell both of his friends were just as hammered as him. Unfortunately, he couldn’t focus on the rest of the conversation.

Wooyoung’s body was pressed next to his, arms around his shoulders as he used San for support. The latter could feel his hot breath on his neck whenever Wooyoung said something, every giggle from the boy caused his body to move against his, making San panic. His hand was around Wooyoung’s waist, holding him near the hem of his black tee-shirt. If he moved his fingers just a little, he would be able to feel the warm and smooth skin he couldn’t stop thinking about since seeing him shirtless. Swallowing his saliva, he slowly treaded below the shirt, hoping Wooyoung would be too drunk to notice. Unfortunately, once the tip of his fingers finally touched the soft skin, Wooyoung moved away whining that his fingers were too cold.
San was embarrassed, to say the least. He excused himself to the bathroom, a private meeting with his brain was overdue.

Not looking back, he left Wooyoung with his friends and walked towards the toilets. Thankfully, there was no line and he was able to go in directly. As soon as he locked the door, his hand reached for his crotch, he was so hard. It finally dawned to him that Wooyoung had caused this effect on him, a boy, a guy had done this to San. He thought he was going crazy but he couldn’t stop himself.

Frustrated, he pulled his pants down and started to stroke his cock. He closed his eyes tightly and thought back to just a few moments ago, how Wooyoung had danced in front of him and how he’d pressed his body so close to his, letting San feel his every curve. He thought of the black tee-shirt and tight ripped jeans that showed off his thick ass. San imagined how it would feel to have it rub against his crotch while dancing. His hand was moving faster, wet with his own pre-cum. San’s imagination was going wild, thinking about Wooyoung pressed against that door. What kind of moans would he make? Would he moan San’s name out just like San was moaning his right now?

His release came fast and unexpected. As his cum lathered on to the floor, San finally took a proper breath and gathered his thoughts.
His body was betraying him, was thinking of Wooyoung as a girl or something. Obviously, San was as straight as he’s always been and he was going to prove that tonight.

He felt disgusted by himself as he left the room. As anger was rising to his head, he stopped by the kitchen to drink a few gulps of vodka and moved to the dancefloor, determined to find himself a hot girl and forget all about his roommate.

He looked around a few times until his eyes set on someone familiar. Soojin was a femme fatale, one of the most popular girls around campus. She oozed with confidence and sexiness. She and San slept together once during Freshers’ week. Although it was a year ago, they had been together and they could make it happen again. San decided he would get into her pants tonight, have a great night and forget all about his ‘homo’ moment.