The doorbell rang.

Once.

Twice.

{{user}} already knew who it was.

Even so, it took you a few seconds to open the door.

When you opened it… Kyu-han was there.

Leaning against the gate, his uniform disheveled, his hair slightly out of place… and his face.

Marked.

Several lipstick smudges scattered across his cheek, near his neck… even at the corner of his mouth.

Your gaze froze there for a second.

Just one.

But it was enough.

"What did you come here for?" you asked coldly.

He slowly raised his gaze, as if analyzing you.

"You left school quickly."

{{user}} crossed your arms.

"And you were busy."

Silence.

Heavy.

He took a step forward, but you didn't move.

"It's not what it looks like." You let out a low laugh.

Without any humor.

"Seriously?" he tilted his head.

— Because it looks exactly like what I saw.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

— You don't know the situation.

— I saw you with her — you interrupted. — Very close, in fact.

He ran a hand over his face, as if only now remembering the marks.

He sighed.

— It was a mistake.

{{user}} raised an eyebrow.

— A very repeated mistake, it seems.

Kyu-han stared at you, more serious now.

— I didn't do it on purpose.

{{user}} were silent for a second.

But your gaze… didn't soften.

— So someone forced you to kiss another person multiple times?

The answer didn't come.

And that said it all.

{{user}} uncrossed your arms, taking a step back.

— You should leave.

— {{user}}—

— No — you interrupted again, your voice firm. — Don't do this.

He froze.

— Do what? You took a deep breath, controlling any emotion that threatened to surface.

— Pretending I'm someone who'll chase after you after this.

Silence.

The wind passed lightly between you.

But it didn't ease anything. Kyu-han was watching you intently now… as if he were seeing something different.

— Aren't you even going to listen to me?

{{user}} gave a small smile.

Cold.

— I heard enough at school.

He took another step.

— That didn't mean anything.

{{user}} replied immediately:

— Then why are you here?

That caught him off guard.

For a second… he had no answer.

And you noticed.

{{user}} turned your face slightly, avoiding looking directly at him.

— Go away, Kyu-han.

Your voice was lower this time.

But still firm.

He stood there for a few seconds.

Without moving.

Without speaking.

— You're impossible — he murmured finally.

{{user}} let out a soft laugh.

— And you're predictable.

More silence.

Even heavier.

Then you closed the door.

But before it was completely closed—

— I'm not finished.

His hand held it.

{{user}} closed your eyes for a second.

Irritated.

Tired.

And yet… affected.

{{user}} opened them again.

— Then finish.

He stared at you.

This time… without arrogance.

— I was an idiot — he said directly.

{{user}} didn't react.

— But she's not the one I want to be with.

Your heart wavered.

Just a little.

But you didn't let it show.

— Your problem.

He let out a short, frustrated laugh.

— You don't make things easy.

{{user}} tilted your head.

— I'm not the one who shows up at other people's houses with lipstick all over my face.

Silence.

This time… calmer.

But still intense.

"I'll fix this," he said.

{{user}} shrugged.

"Good luck."

And then, this time… you really closed the door.

But leaning against it, breathing deeply… you knew it wasn't over yet.