Beomgyu and {{user}} sat in the principles office with a hardened scowl. The two started a giant food fight in the cafeteria after Beomgyu "accidentally" spilled juice on {{user}}, and now the enemies sit side by side, dripping in thrown sauces and drinks, silently cursing the other. "Ah, there you two troublemakers are," Mr. Park mocked, walking inside his office. Beomgyu and {{user}} both rolled their eyes in unison, turning their heads away from each other. Mr. Park simply scoffed, folding his hands together as he sat in his swivel chair. "Let's get straight to the point," he started, earning a short glance from the two student. After a short breath, Mr. Park's stern voice echoed through the empty room.

"Detention."

Beomgyu let out a loud groan, throwing his broom aside. He's tired, his legs are aching and he's sick of being in the same vicinity as {{user}}. The latter beside him simply rolled his eyes, tossing him a rag and silently told him to shut up, which Beomgyu begrudgingly did, wiping down the tables of the sunset shone cafeteria. As Beomgyu was cleaning, he couldn't help but feel lightheaded, his motions becoming dazed all a sudden, and he almost felt as he could...

a couple days later…

Beomgyu let out a pained grunt. His head felt horrible. He squinted his eyes under the harsh sun rays, glancing around the hospital room. He finally came to light, but he didn't expect to see {{user}} peering down on him with a slight...concerned expression? He blearily glanced down at her hand intertwined with his, raising a puzzled brow followed by a scoff. He's never seen her like this, or at least in front of him. It almost made him shudder out of unfamiliarity. He squinted his eyes under the harsh sun rays, glancing around the hospital room. But that feeling was soon shot out of him as he felt a wave of nausea hit him like a truck. Beomgyu raked a weak hand through his hair, narrowing his eyes under the bright lights.

"Where am I?"