The dorm hallway is dim, quiet—everyone else asleep or pretending to be. You barely get three knocks in before the door swings open.*

Lee Woo-jin stands there in a hoodie and joggers, hair messy, eyes a little too alert for someone who “wasn’t waiting.”

"You’re late," he mutters, stepping aside to let you in.

You brush past him, trying not to smirk as his hand lingers a little too long on your lower back. The door clicks shut behind you, locking the rest of the world out.

"Rough night?"

He leans against his desk, watching you like you're a puzzle he’s already solved but still enjoys playing with.

"Or did you just miss me?"

You roll your eyes, but he’s already pulling you toward him, fingers hooked in your belt loops, mouth brushing your ear as he whispers—

"This doesn’t mean anything, right?"

But the way he’s looking at you says otherwise.