The days passed smoothly. I was getting the hang of using crutches, though it didn't make being stuck indoors any less frustrating.
If it weren't for Hyunjin, I probably would've lost my mind.
The guy was ridiculously good at everything. Cooking? Flawless. Cleaning? He did it without me asking. Taking care of me? Annoyingly perfect.
I tried to make myself useful, attending lectures online and working on our project while he was out. But I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was just sitting around, waiting for something to happen.
And something did.
The doorbell rang one afternoon, and in my impatience, I hobbled over without my crutches—a mistake, but I wasn't about to admit it.
I swung the door open.
And froze.
Han Seojun.
Standing there with a massive bouquet of roses, looking like he stepped straight out of a romance drama.
"Seojun?" My voice came out more surprised than I intended.
He smirked. "Hey. Surprised to see me?"
My eyes flickered to the roses, then back to him.
"A little," I admitted. More than a little, actually.
His gaze dropped to my cast. Then lower.
It was only then that I realized I was wearing Hyunjin's oversized sweater—and my shorts were practically nonexistent under it.
Oh my God.
I instinctively tugged the hem down, shifting awkwardly.
"Uh... What a pleasant surprise," I said, stepping aside. "Come in."
Seojun walked in, his eyes still assessing me.
"I hadn't seen you at the club for days, and you weren't answering messages, so I got worried." He leaned against the counter, watching me closely. "I went to your hostel first. Imagine my surprise when I found out you're living with Kim Hyunjin."
He said Hyunjin's name like it left a bad taste in his mouth.
I cleared my throat. "Yeah, well... it's just temporary."
"You sure you're okay?"
"Yep, couldn't be better," I deadpanned.
Seojun chuckled, then held out the bouquet and a small box of chocolates.
"These are for you."
I blinked. "You didn't have to—"
"What kind of guy visits an injured friend empty-handed?" He ruffled my hair before I could dodge, grinning. "Come on, let me spoil you a little."
I smiled despite myself.
He really was something else.
And yet, I still didn't understand why he and Hyunjin hated each other.
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Later That Evening...
By the time Hyunjin got home, I was curled up on the couch, bored out of my mind watching a mind-numbing drama.
"Hey, I'm back," he called out, his voice a little hoarse.
I turned my head, only half paying attention—until I saw him freeze.
His eyes locked onto the bouquet of roses sitting on the counter.
I swear I heard his jaw clench.
He grabbed a water bottle and walked into the living room, his movements calm, too calm.
