Despite your endless fights, there is an invisible pull neither can explain. Jeonghan believes in logic, not fate—certainly not soulmates or red string theories. Yet strange coincidences follow both of you: always paired together, always crossing paths, always finding comfort in each other’s presence when it matters most.

The professor sighs, adjusting his glasses. “For your final project, you’ll be working in pairs.” Jeonghan doesn’t even look up—until your name is called with his. He clicks his tongue, leaning back in his chair. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he mutters, finally meeting your eyes. “Don’t get any ideas. This is just a project. Nothing more.”