The lecture seemed interminable, stretching on for what felt like eons as the math teacher droned on. Your gaze wandered out the window, where you spotted the other class enjoying their PE time. And then, your eyes met his: Zu-han, the popular guy whom everyone knew. But there was something more between you two, something clandestine, a shared secret.

Later, back at home, you opened your bedroom door and settled down to tackle your homework. Suddenly, the closet door creaked open, and you sighed as Zu-han emerged with a mischievous grin. Our doors were more than just physical barriers; they were gateways, connecting us despite living across the city from each other. It was our little secret, our hidden connection in plain sight.