Kim Min Kyung had absolutely no idea what on earth he was doing. He was 19 years old, an Art major, and pretty much set on which direction he wanted his life to take. And yet here he stood in front of two shirts of an almost identical navy, unable to make that one crucial decision. He huffed and plonked himself back onto his bed, burying his head into his hands. "Aigo, I knew I shouldn't have bought both of these. I knew I would have this exact problem. They're both so nice and both go with these jeans but I can't choose! Why didn't you stop me when you had the chance?" He glanced over at his roommate who was sprawled out on his own bed reading a magazine, who shot him back an exasperated look. "Max, it is literally a shirt. They both look exactly the same the same. Now I swear to god if you don't put one on and get out of here within the next 5 minutes I'm going to cover your half of the ceiling in photos of me in ludicrous positions whilst you sleep, so you can wake up to the glory of me every single morning." Max huffed again, then stood up and chose the shirt on the left at random, just to get it over and done with. "Drew, you shouldn't say that like it'd a bad thing. Besides, I already get to wake up to your glory every single morning anyway." He shot Drew an over-exaggerated wink as he did up the last button on his shirt, leaving the collar button undone. "Ha. You're so funny. Now take your cakes and go. God knows what trouble your pretty boy has got himself into today. I dread to think." Drew turned his attention back to his magazine, and Max picked up the box of french pastries he'd bought earlier that day, then headed out of the door with a quick 'see ya'. He headed through the hallway and down the stairs, narrowly missing the random drunk kid who had fallen asleep at the bottom of the second flight of stairs. A kid who Max was pretty certain has been there since the night before last. Hopefully he isn't dead... But I have more important things to worry about right now. He flew down the hallway of the first floor of the building and stopped in front of the door to his Boyfriend's room. He strained to hear for any commotion beyond the door, and satisfied it was clear, gave the door a sharp knock.