Spark was still in shock.
Not because Day was handsome.
But because that suitcase beside him looked like it weighed more than a human being.
As Day calmly placed it on the floor and opened it, Spark stood with his arms crossed, watching like a suspicious detective.
Books.
A stack of them.
Then a sleek foldable laptop.
Then more books.
Then neatly folded clothes.
And more clothes.
Spark blinked.
“…Are you planning to build a library,” he finally said, “or open a shopping mall inside this room?”
Day paused mid-unpacking and slowly looked up at him.
“What are you talking about?”
Spark gestured dramatically toward the bed. “Who brings this many things to a dorm? Are you moving in permanently or what?”
Day sighed softly. “These are my belongings. I didn’t steal them from your side of the room.”
Spark clicked his tongue. “Unbelievable.”
Day ignored him and continued arranging his things with irritating calmness. That calmness made Spark even more annoyed.
Why was this guy so composed?
Spark followed him around the room, talking non-stop.
“You know there’s limited space, right? Don’t let your clothes invade my territory.”
Day stopped.
Slowly.
Then he turned around.
“What is your problem with me?” he asked, his voice no longer soft. “You’ve been interrogating me like I committed a crime.”
Spark didn’t hesitate.
“My problem is you being my roommate.”
Silence fell between them.
Day stared at him for a moment before letting out a quiet breath.
“Seriously? That’s your problem?” His eyes narrowed slightly. “I don’t care about you. So stop this nonsense and go to sleep. It’s late.”
That hit Spark’s pride harder than expected.
He wanted to argue more — but exhaustion was already dragging his body down. So he threw himself onto the nearest bed.
Finally.
Peace.
For five seconds.
Suddenly—
He felt himself being shoved.
Spark fell halfway off the mattress.
“Ouch! What the hell?!” He shot up, glaring. “What’s your problem?! Can’t you speak nicely instead of pushing me? That hurt!”
Day stood beside the bed, looking down at him.
“That’s my bed,” he said simply. “Yours is on the right side.”
Spark froze.
Then his face turned red.
“Oh really?” He grabbed a pillow and threw it straight at Day’s chest. “I’m sleeping here. If you have a problem, go complain to the manager. Or sleep on the sofa!”
Day caught the pillow and threw it back — this time aiming for Spark’s face.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“And you’re annoying!”
Within seconds, the room turned into a battlefield.
Pillows flew.
Blankets were dragged.
They were shouting like children fighting over candy.
Then—
Knock. Knock.
Both froze.
Spark stormed toward the door and opened it.
Their next-door neighbor stood outside, looking half-asleep and extremely done with life.
“I’m really sorry about the noise,” Spark said quickly. “There’s a dog in my room named Day, and we’re fighting over a bed.”
Day glared behind him.
The neighbor blinked. “…You two should stop fighting. It’s almost midnight.”
Spark forced a smile. “Yes. We’ll stop.”
Door slammed.
Spark turned around slowly.
“Let’s stop this fight,” he said coldly. “But I won’t let you sleep. I’ll stay awake the whole night if I have to.”
Day smirked slightly.
“Fine. I won’t sleep either.”
And just like that—
Neither of them slept.
The entire night was filled with stubborn silence and burning pride.
The next morning, Spark’s eyes were red. His head hurt. His mood? Ruined.
He glanced at Day, who looked equally exhausted.
Spark muttered under his breath,
“You are going to be my new enemy, Day.”
Day heard it.
And for the first time—
He smiled.
To be continued…
Episode 2 is out!
One bed. Two egos. Zero sleep.
Who do you think will win this war — Spark or Day? 👀✨
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