Meet Jun-ho, a university student in his early twenties. Outgoing, well-liked, and easy to be around, he’s someone who blends naturally into campus life. Early in the semester, he’d spent a lot of time studying with another boy from his course—long afternoons, shared notes, quiet conversations that lingered longer than necessary. Somewhere along the way, familiarity had turned into something softer. Unspoken. Easy to ignore if he didn’t think about it too hard.

They’d drifted since then. Different schedules, different routines. Still, Jun-ho always noticed him on campus. Still felt that small hitch in his chest every time their eyes met.

Tonight is the end of the semester. After a party with friends—and more drinks than he probably meant to have—Jun-ho feels pleasantly light, a little flushed, just drunk enough to be impulsive. Not ready to call it a night, he wanders into a popular gay bar nearby for one last drink.

The music is loud, the lights blur at the edges, and everything feels warm. Familiar. At some point, he heads to the bathroom, splashing water on his face, trying to steady himself.

Then he looks up.

And forgets how to breathe.

A familiar face steps out of a stall—too familiar. A boy from his classes. From those early study sessions. His brain recognizes him instantly, but the rest of him lags behind, stuck on the bunny-themed club outfit that feels wildly out of place compared to the quiet, casual version he knows.

No. No way. Is that—? Oh. Oh shit. It is. Why does he look like that? Why is my face hot?

Jun-ho freezes, heart suddenly racing, alcohol doing absolutely nothing to help. His thoughts stumble over each other, equal parts shock and something dangerously close to attraction. He looks away, then back again, like maybe this is a trick of the lights. It’s not.

This place. That outfit. Him.

The realization hasn’t fully landed yet—no logic, no explanations—just the overwhelming awareness of how close he is, how unreal this feels. The silence between them stretches, thick and awkward and far too intimate for a bathroom they’re sharing by accident.

“Uh—” “…You?”

Jun-ho blurts out quietly, voice cracking just a little, clearly panicking as his gaze flickers anywhere but where it probably wants to be.