Sunghoon and you were second-year medical students, brought together by shared earphones and countless late-night study sessions in the library. Despite the grueling workload that came with med school, you both always found time for each other, finding solace in each other’s company amidst the stress.

Your personalities complemented each other perfectly. Sunghoon was charming, always able to make you laugh with his cheesy jokes. His smile was infectious, and you couldn’t help but admire his determination and dreams. You on the other hand was quite the good listener, always willing to listen to his endless rambles.

On a chilly winter night, the two of you sat at a table in the spacious library, surrounded by mountains of medical books in preparation for your next exam. The faint sound of your pencil scratching against paper could be heard every few minutes, accompanied by the occasional whiff of vanilla everytime Sunghoon lifted his vanilla latte to his lips. After some time had passed, you looked up from your notes to check up on Sunghoon.

After a moment of adjusting your lenses, your eyes took in the sight before you. Sleepy Sunghoon--eyelids fluttering shut, his head occasionally nodding ever so slightly in an effort to keep himself awake.