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There are three things that Do Kyungsoo can't stand: Examinations, Kim Jongin, and Kim Jongin distracting him during examinations.

Now, before you start to get into the conclusion that this certain owl-eyed nineteen year old is a geek; listen up. He doesn't like studying, per se. He just simply admires the collection of '9's scribbled in red on his test papers. Do Kyungsoo looks forward to seeing these welcomed digits.

Apparently; his dorm mate, Kim Jongin doesn't share the same sentiment. What with his records of skipped classes and butchered marks, Kyungsoo is painfully aware that the raven haired boy isn't smitten by pretty 9's the same way he is. Kyungsoo doesn't mind that, not at all. He thinks that everyone should just get on with their lives and live happily ever after in a land composed of kisses and marshmallows.  Yet again, Kim Jongin doesn't think like that. That irritates Kyungsoo more than anything else in the world combined. "And it hurts, and it hurts so bad." Shinhwa's melodic voice trembles then halts off completely when Kyungsoo slams the radio. As if deciding that it wasn’t enough, he holds the noisy music box in his arm and slings it out of the window.

"That is so much better." A smile graces Kyungsoo's lips and he squares his shoulders before getting back  to his paperwork.

"Did you just throw it out of the window? Hedwig, that was my jam!" Jongin stops lip-synching and opens his eyes. There's a look of unhindered disbelief in those dark pools.  Through gritted teeth, he exhales. "My. Name. is. not. Hedwig."

"You have his eyes, though."

"So, that doesn't make me Hedwig." Kyungsoo reasons and avoids looking at Jongin because man, sweat and Jongin is not a holy combination.

"It does." The younger jumps on his bed and reverently strums an air guitar. Kyungsoo worries about him sometimes.

"It doesn't-oh, get out. This is stupid, you don't make sense." Kyungsoo grabs Jongin by his thin wrist and tows him outside their dorm. "Go be stupid somewhere else." he orders and slams the door shut in front of the bewildered Jongin.

Leaning his head against the doorframe, Kyungsoo looks at his left hand (the one he used to touch Jongin) and calculates how long he can go without washing it. Forever suddenly seems like a good idea.

you're being ridiculous, he chastises himself and tries to get back to work (without using his left hand, of course)

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In the beginning, there was only Do Kyungsoo, his line of 9's, Friday movie nights, a large kitchen and a dorm room all to himself. He was happy, stress-free and his heart was complete, thank you very much.

But suddenly, certain tanned and lean eighteen year old decided to move to his university and rent a dorm; of course Do Kyungsoo's dorm is the only one that's free for sharing. Against his personal feelings, Kyungsoo complied and Jongin moved in, causing Kyungsoo to wonder whether he has killed a king in his past life to deserve something like this.

So now you have Do Kyungsoo, Kim Jongin, decreasing grades, pororo Fridays (Saturdays, everyday), a half-burnt kitchen, and a cramped dorm decorated with Jongin's used sweaters, socks, and shirts. Kyungsoo with his washing machine, laundry detergent, and fabric softeners isn’t far behind.