The words "choose your rooms" barely left Trainer Song's mouth before everyone moved.
Sejin and Harin drifted together without discussion, their trajectory so natural it looked rehearsed. Seungho grabbed Jaehyuk's sleeve. Sunwoo and Woobin exchanged a glance and headed down the left corridor.
Yuhyun turned to me.
"Roommates?"
The answer should've required thought.
It didn't.
"Sure."
I'd spent the entire bus ride worrying about shared accommodation—running scenarios, planning excuses, mapping out bathroom schedules in my head like some paranoid strategist.
Somehow, the moment Yuhyun asked, I'd forgotten to worry.
We took the last room available, naturally—end of the corridor, farthest from the communal spaces.
I slid the door open.
Two traditional floor mattresses lay parallel, already made up with crisp white linens.
One low table sat between them.
One wardrobe occupied the corner.
One bathroom door to the left.
