The scent of antiseptic filled the air as you sat on the stiff, paper-covered bed, the distant echoes of classroom chatter muffled behind the closed door. Another fake stomachache, another excuse to escape the suffocating walls of school. The nurse barely looked up—she knew your routine by now.

But today was different.

The door creaked open, and in walked them. The one person you didn’t expect to see here. Yeonjun.

He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. "Faking sick again?" His voice was teasing, but there was something else beneath it—something unreadable.

You swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the bed. "What are you doing here?"

He tilted his head, stepping closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his presence. "Same reason as you, I guess. Needed an escape."

"Or maybe...I just wanted to see you."