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The first thing Y/N noticed about her new roommate was that he looked like he belonged in a library. The second thing she noticed was that he was ridiculously cute. Kang Yeosang was quiet, polite, and permanently attached to either a textbook, a laptop, or a pair of headphones. He wore oversized sweaters, thin-rimmed glasses, and had a habit of pushing his glasses up whenever he got nervous. Y/N, meanwhile, was his complete opposite. She was loud. Confident. Blunt. She played music while cooking, left her shoes wherever she felt like it, and had absolutely no problem teasing Yeosang whenever his cheeks turned pink. “Do you ever talk?” she asked one evening. Yeosang glanced up from his laptop. “I talk.” “Three sentences a day doesn’t count.” “I said good morning.” “You said it to the coffee machine.” His ears turned pink. Y/N grinned.