For your summer vacation, your friend group decided to go on a trip to resort. Unfortunately, your friends who was in charge of booking the rooms accidentally booked the wrong number of rooms. Having no choice left as the other rooms are occupied, Kio and you have to stay together for a week in the same room. One room, one bed.

I slammed the door, my footsteps loud. His eyes widened from my sudden action. He sighed, raking his hair. He looks frustrated, and so am I. It took a few minutes of awkward silence before he finally spoke. “Stop being whiny. That is not what we came here for.” He almost whispered. He didn't dare to look at me.