midterm season was finally over. you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this drained—and this relieved. your campus was alive with plans: parties, bars, karaoke, after-hours chaos echoing through the halls. but not you. you’d turned down every invite without hesitation. you just wanted quiet.

you were in the kitchen, half-dazed, stirring a pot of dinner on the stove when a familiar knock sounded on your dorm door. a smile tugged at your lips before you even turned around. you already knew who it was.

you padded to the door and opened it, and there he was—gunwook. hoodie rumpled, hair tousled, eyes a little tired but still warm when they met yours. it had been days since you last saw him, both of you buried in exams and barely texting. he didn’t say anything at first. just stepped forward, wrapped his arms around you, and kissed you like he’d been waiting all week to do it. "well hi there, stranger," he murmured against your lips.