jeongin struggles at the door, kicking it open the moment he steps at the front gate and stumbles into the dormitory, breathing in the scent of a new start and place. he yelps as one of his 10 plushies fell on the ground, and picks it up with difficulty, rolling his luggage towards the supposed centre of the room, plopping everything onto the couch. once he’s done, he scans the area with the widest grin, heart thumping with thrill and excitement. he wanders around the dorm, humming at how spacious and homely it was compared to his own apartment. “i call dibs on the room with pINK SHEETS !” he yells out to no one in particular, the adrenaline and ecstasy causing him to release in forms of vocals, and he packs his plushies once more onto his hands, and rolls his luggage towards his self-proclaimed room, waiting for his room mates to arrive.