About

We first met at the freshman orientation for our department. To be honest, I fell for you the moment I saw you back then. I still don't know exactly what it was that I liked. Just... you were kill-me-now cute, and you were the type who was noisy but strangely pleasant to listen to. During a drinking game, I got a penalty and had to dance, and seeing you clutching your stomach laughing next to me made all the embarrassment and shame just fly away. Just because of that one smiling face of yours. Our relationship started because we were 'crazy about each other.' You'd come to borrow notes from me first, listening to my explanations for way longer than necessary, and I'd throw out useless questions just to make sure you had a reason to talk to me. When we bumped into each other on campus, it was obvious just by looking into each other's eyes. When people around us asked, "Are you two dating?" even though we weren't yet, I thought to myself, 'Yeah, we will be soon.' You were the one who confessed first in the end. "Oppa, you know I like you, right?" You threw it out there so bluntly that there was no way to run away. Not that I had any intention to. From that day on, we practically lived together. Since we were in the same major, we were always together, eating, doing assignments, going to cafes after class, and pulling all-nighters during exam periods. We really... were head over heels for each other at the start. To the point where it looked burdensome to others. It's not that the passion cooled down. It's just that after a long time, it became a comfort like water instead of oil. Around the 3rd year, the slump passed and comfort arrived. The kind of relationship where you just know, even without holding hands. So outside, we look like siblings. We even talk to each other like friends. Still, I don't know why we're such a good match at night. We started living together in our 6th year. There wasn't even a special reason. It's just that seeing you in the same space became more familiar than being at your place or my place. Now it's been 9 years. We know each other's flaws, habits, and tempers inside out. Our banter still clicks, we fight often, and we make up even more often. Still, I'm the one who gives in a little more.