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Jiung第一天來到外地的學校
準確來說 他要搬進宿舍
總是有條有理的他 早就把行李都整理好了
抵達宿舍時 一個人都沒有
他很慶幸自己提早抵達
因為他不是個能自來熟的人
他需要有自己的空間
他慢條斯理的整理行李 一邊幻想著室友會是怎麼樣的人
“Excuse me”
陌生的聲音從他身後響起
Jiung轉過頭 他看見一個倚在門框的少年
手上正拿著手機
手背到手腕延伸著一片精緻的紋身
在寬大帽T的袖口下若隱若現
這讓眼前的少年在乾淨的學生氣息中
多了一絲不馴與神祕
少年的頭髮有些隨性地散落著
笑起來 眼尾會微微上揚
眼神中帶著一種超乎同齡人的敏銳
看起來與這間安靜過分宿舍有些格格不入
“Hi I am in bed 927”
Keeho拖著行李箱 自顧自的走進宿舍
他環顧了一下四周 眼神最終落在Jiung的床位
整潔又一絲不苟
“Oh 看來我分到了一位整潔的室友”
Keeho的聲音再次響起 帶著獨特的口音
“Whatever 我叫尹起昊 可以叫我Keeho”
“請多指教”
他轉身向Jiung伸出手
Jiung 看著那隻停在半空中的手
視線在那些獨特的紋身圖騰上微不可察地停留了一秒
隨後 緩緩的對上Keeho那雙有些深邃卻又明亮的眼睛
“崔智雄 Jiung”
Jiung 淡淡地報出名字
禮貌性地握了一下那隻過分溫熱的手
便迅速收回了目光
他轉過身繼續慢條斯理地整理著自己桌上的物件
試圖用冷淡來重新築起那道無形的牆
接下來的幾個月
這間宿舍成為兩人無聲拉扯的地方
最初 Jiung對Keeho充滿防備
Keeho的世界跟他的世界實在太不同了
Keeho的世界太吵雜
手機的訊息永遠跳不停
下課時也總有各個社團 甚至不同科系的人在宿舍門口探頭探腦地找他
他對每個人都很好 那種毫無保留的開朗與溫柔
總能輕易吸引所有人的目光 像是一個天然的發光體
每當這時候 Jiung 都會默默的戴上耳機的想要與世隔絕
他不喜歡過於混亂的非必要性社交 更不喜歡Keeho那看似毫無邊界感的社交態度
然而 宿舍的空間畢竟有限
兩條截然不同的軌道在同一個屋簷下 終究還是產生了交集
打破這透明牆的 是在一個大雨滂沱的夜晚
Jiung 一如既往的坐在書桌前溫習功課
他帶著耳機 專注的看著平板上的筆記
突然 被一陣騷動打斷
他摘下耳機 轉過頭 看見Keeho有些狼狽的打開宿舍門
Keeho的頭髮微濕 髮絲貼著額頭 水珠順著他的臉滴了下來 看來是淋雨回來了
“Sorry 吵到你了嗎”
聲音沒有平時的活力 而是帶著疲憊跟沙啞
Keeho抬起頭 跟Jiung對到眼
Jiung沒有回答他 只是看著他
在微弱的檯燈光線下 Keeho手腕上的紋身顯得有些冰冷
Keeho靠在Jiung 的書桌 扯了扯嘴角 露出一抹自嘲的苦笑
一邊用毛巾擦著頭髮 一邊自顧自的跟Jiung聊天
“Jiung…外面好吵啊..”
Keeho仰起頭 閉了閉眼 長長的吐了一口氣
這是 Keeho 第一次在 Jiung 面前卸下那層完美的社交面
白天的他是毫無保留的發光體 給予每個人溫柔與開朗
但此時此刻
他像是一顆燃盡了能量的星星 只想躲進這個安靜得近乎與世隔絕的角落裡喘息
而這間原本讓Jiung 刻意用冷漠堆砌防線的宿舍
不知不覺中 成了Keeho唯一可以逃避喧囂的避難所
“喂 Keeho”
Jiung 的聲音平靜地在只有雨聲的房間裡響起
Keeho仰著頭 擦拭頭髮的動作停了下來
一雙帶著倦意的眼睛有些意外地看向他
“What”
Jiung 沒有說太多話
他只是起身走到自己的儲物櫃前 拉開櫃門 從裡面拿出兩包平時備用的泡麵
隨後 他提著電熱水壺去洗手台接了水 按下了加熱鍵
在等待水燒開的空檔裡 他撕開調味包 將麵放進碗裡
整個過程有條不紊 安靜得只有水開時悶悶的咕嘟聲
“吃點東西吧”
Jiung 將其中一碗泡好的泡麵端到Keeho旁邊 順便也將筷子遞了過去
熱氣及濃郁的香味撲面而來
Keeho愣了幾秒 隨後笑了出聲
這聲笑 不是那種應付社交的笑
而是 真實 放鬆 真心的笑
“謝啦”
Keeho席地而坐 大口的吃起了泡麵
溫熱的湯頭下肚 那股從暴雨中帶回來的寒氣終於被徹底驅散
“哇…”
Keeho抬起頭來 看著站在旁邊的Jiung
眼底亮晶晶的 盛滿了碎光
"沒想到你還挺會照顧人的"
Keeho 嘴裡塞著麵 含糊不清地感嘆了一句
Jiung 居高臨下地看著他 對這種突如其來的稱讚沒有太大的情緒波動
"乖乖吃你的麵"
雖然語氣依舊冷淡
但這一次 Jiung沒有再戴上耳機
窗外暴雨依舊下著 但宿舍內沒有一絲沉悶
由尷尬與防備堆砌起來的沉悶悄然散去
反而多了溫暖
兩個人誰都沒有再主動打破這份沉默
那晚的泡麵熱氣 在記憶裡氤氳了很久
久到讓他們在往後的歲月裡無數次點燃又熄滅彼此的防線
自從那個雨夜過後
這間新宿舍的氣氛產生了微妙的轉變
Jiung’s first day in a new city was also the day he moved into his dormitory.
To be precise, he was moving into the school dorms.
As someone who was always organized, he had packed and sorted all of his belongings long before the move.
When he arrived, the room was empty.
He was relieved to have gotten there early.
He wasn’t the type who could easily strike up conversations with strangers.
He needed his own space.
As he slowly unpacked his things, he found himself wondering what kind of person his roommate would be.
“Excuse me.”
A stranger’s voice suddenly came from behind him.
Jiung turned around and saw a boy leaning casually against the doorframe.
A phone rested in his hand.
An intricate tattoo stretched from the back of his hand up to his wrist,
partially hidden beneath the sleeve of an oversized hoodie.
It gave the boy an edge of rebellion and mystery,
despite his otherwise clean-cut student appearance.
His hair fell loosely across his forehead.
When he smiled, the corners of his eyes curved slightly upward.
There was a sharpness in his gaze that seemed far beyond his age.
Somehow, he looked strangely out of place in the overly quiet dorm room.
“Hi, I’m in bed 927.”
Dragging his suitcase behind him, Keeho walked into the room as if he owned the place.
He glanced around before his eyes settled on Jiung’s side of the room.
Everything was neat and meticulously arranged.
“Oh, looks like I got a tidy roommate.”
Keeho’s voice carried a distinctive accent.
“Whatever. My name’s Yoon Keeho. You can just call me Keeho.”
“Nice to meet you.”
He turned and extended a hand toward Jiung.
Jiung stared at the hand suspended between them.
His eyes lingered for a brief second on the unique tattoo designs
before slowly meeting Keeho’s bright yet unexpectedly deep eyes.
“Choi Jiung.”
Jiung replied calmly.
He shook the overly warm hand out of courtesy
and quickly withdrew his gaze.
Turning away, he resumed arranging the items on his desk with deliberate care,
trying to rebuild the invisible wall he always kept around himself.
Over the next few months,
the dorm became a place of silent tension between them.
At first, Jiung was wary of Keeho.
Their worlds were simply too different.
Keeho’s world was loud.
His phone never stopped buzzing with messages.
After class, students from different clubs—and sometimes even different departments—would poke their heads into the dorm looking for him.
He was kind to everyone.
That effortless warmth and openness drew people toward him naturally,
like a source of light no one could ignore.
Whenever it happened,
Jiung would quietly put on his headphones and retreat into his own world.
He disliked unnecessary social interaction,
and he liked Keeho’s seemingly limitless social boundaries even less.
Still, there was only so much space in a dorm room.
Sooner or later,
two completely different lives sharing the same roof were bound to intersect.
The invisible wall between them finally cracked on a night of relentless rain.
Jiung was sitting at his desk as usual, studying.
With his headphones on, he focused on the notes displayed on his tablet.
Then a sudden commotion interrupted him.
Pulling off his headphones, he turned around and saw Keeho stumbling through the dorm door.
His hair was damp.
Wet strands clung to his forehead as droplets of rain ran down his face.
It looked like he had been caught in the storm.
“Sorry. Did I disturb you?”
His voice lacked its usual energy.
Instead, it sounded tired and hoarse.
Keeho lifted his head and met Jiung’s eyes.
Jiung didn’t answer.
He simply looked at him.
Under the dim desk lamp,
the tattoo on Keeho’s wrist seemed strangely cold.
Leaning against Jiung’s desk, Keeho forced a crooked smile.
As he dried his hair with a towel, he spoke without waiting for a response.
“Jiung... it’s so noisy out there.”
Tilting his head back, he closed his eyes and let out a long breath.
It was the first time Jiung had seen him without that perfect social mask.
During the day, Keeho was a shining presence,
always offering warmth and laughter to everyone around him.
But at this moment,
he looked like a star that had burned through all of its energy,
wanting nothing more than to hide in this quiet corner and catch his breath.
Without either of them realizing it,
the dorm room Jiung had once filled with emotional distance
had become the only place where Keeho could escape the noise.
“Hey, Keeho.”
Jiung’s calm voice broke through the sound of the rain.
Keeho paused mid-motion and looked over, surprised.
“What?”
Jiung didn’t say much.
He simply stood, walked to his storage cabinet, and opened it.
From inside, he pulled out two cups of instant noodles he kept for emergencies.
Then he carried an electric kettle to the sink, filled it with water, and switched it on.
While waiting for it to boil, he opened the seasoning packets and prepared the noodles.
Everything he did was methodical and quiet.
The only sound was the low bubbling of the kettle.
“Eat something.”
Jiung placed one of the steaming bowls beside Keeho and handed him a pair of chopsticks.
Warm steam and the rich scent of broth filled the room.
Keeho froze for a moment before laughing.
Not the polite laugh he used for social situations.
A real one.
Relaxed.
Genuine.
“Thanks.”
Sitting on the floor, Keeho eagerly dug into the noodles.
The warmth of the broth spread through him,
finally driving away the chill he had brought in from the rain.
“Wow...”
Keeho looked up at Jiung.
His eyes sparkled beneath the soft light.
“I didn’t expect you to be this caring.”
With his mouth still full of noodles, he spoke through a grin.
Jiung looked down at him.
The unexpected compliment barely stirred a reaction.
“Just eat your noodles.”
His tone remained cool as ever.
But this time,
he didn’t put his headphones back on.
Outside, the rain continued to pour.
Inside, however, there was no trace of gloom.
The awkwardness and caution that had once filled the room quietly faded away,
replaced by a gentle warmth.
Neither of them spoke again.
Yet neither felt the need to.
The steam from those instant noodles lingered in their memories for a long time.
Long enough that, in the years ahead,
they would repeatedly build and break down each other’s defenses.
After that rainy night,
the atmosphere in the dorm began to change in subtle ways.