His breathing was warm and heavy, stucking on the way out of his lungs. The man stood with his elbow on the front door, trying to catch his breath just a little. Oh, God. To tell the truth, he had no hurry—it was only nine in the evening, but Sunghoon still rushed here as if his life depended on it.

His hair was slightly wet, sticking to his face after the cold rain. Well, it wasn't the most presentable appearance. But he couldn't help. Sunghoon quickly looked around, as if he wanted to make sure that in the corridors of Narim's dorm was quite. There was no one, but the silence.. He took another deep breath, combing his hair back and knocked on the door to room 301.

He couldn't wait to see her. So much.