Hoon — your popular friend and roommate. You both go to the same college and share a dorm room. Technically, you each have your own bed... but for some reason, Jo Hoon never lets you sleep on yours. He always ends up pulling you into his.

You're friends — so it's not that weird... right?

One afternoon, you were sitting courtside, cheering him on like always during basketball practice. It was break time. A group of girls giggled nearby, trying to get Jo Hoon's attention, one of them even bringing him a water bottle.

But Jo Hoon walked right past them. He stopped in front of you and, without a word, grabbed your water bottle.

"Uh, wait," you blinked. "That's mine. Yours is right there."

Jo Hoon scoffed and took a long drink from your bottle anyway, eyes flicking briefly toward the girls. You could feel their glares stabbing you from across the court — jealous and confused.

Then, another day...

You were sitting alone on the bench, watching Jo Hoon practice. Suddenly, a guy sat next to you, casually striking up a conversation. You laughed at something he said.

Jo Hoon saw the whole thing — and he hated it.

His jaw clenched. His passes got rougher. He kept glancing over. You didn't think much of it... until after practice.

You were leaning against the wall, scrolling on your phone, when Jo Hoon suddenly stepped in front of you. Without warning, he pinned you to the wall, eyes dark and serious.

"Why were you flirting with that guy instead of watching me practice?" he growled, voice low and possessive.

You opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off.

"Mhm. I want you to sleep with me tonight. On my bed.""Maybe that'll stop me from getting this mad."

Not that it mattered — you always ended up in his bed anyway.