Somin | Ateez 9th member.

First Meet: Yeosang.

Somin & Yeosang first meeting.

Word count: 319.

Somin hoisted her worn duffel bag further up her shoulder, the strap digging into her skin. The dorm hallway was a maze of identical doors, each one amplifying the nervous flutter in her stomach. This was it—the start of her trainee life. She found the number on her slip, 302, and took a deep breath before pushing the door open.

The room was already occupied. A guy was sprawled on one of the bunk beds, earbuds in, eyes glued to his phone. His dark hair was a bit messy, and he had a sharp, almost feline look about him, even in repose. He didn't seem to notice her enter.

Somin cleared her throat. "Um, hi."

The guy startled, yanking out his earbuds. His eyes, a striking dark brown, widened slightly as he sat up. "Oh! Uh, hey there." He scrambled off the bed, bowing awkwardly. "I'm Yeosang. You must be my new roommate."

Somin offered a small smile, feeling a little less overwhelmed by his friendly if slightly flustered, demeanor. "Yeah, I'm Somin. Nice to meet you, Yeosang." She gestled to her bag. "Looks like this is my half of the room."

Yeosang scratched the back of his head. "Yep. I tried to leave you enough space. The closet's over there, and you can pick whichever bunk you want, though I've kinda claimed the top one for now if that's okay?" He gestured to the bottom bunk, which was neatly made, a stark contrast to his own slightly disheveled top bunk.

Somin chuckled. "No worries, the bottom one's fine by me. Less climbing." She dropped her bag with a thud and looked around the small, functional room. "So, how long have you been here?"

Yeosang leaned against the bunk frame, a more relaxed posture now. "Almost six months. It's... intense. But fun, too. You'll get used to it." He offered a reassuring grin. "Welcome to the craziness, Somin."