"I know you're both in there," Doyun's voice calls through the door.
Clear and unmistakable.
"And I'm not leaving until you let me in."
Soorin and Haejin stare at each other.
'How does he always know?' Soorin thinks frantically.
"Should we just stay quiet?" Haejin whispers.
"I can hear you whispering!" Doyun calls. "Open the door!"
"He's not going away," Soorin says.
"Never does."
She stands.
Smooths down her hoodie.
Tries to look less like she was just making out with her technically-not-boyfriend.
Walks to the door.
Takes a breath.
Opens it.
Doyun's standing there.
Arms crossed.
Expression somewhere between amused and teasing.
He takes one look at her—flushed face, slightly swollen lips, mussed hair.
Then looks past her at Haejin—equally disheveled, sitting on the bed trying to look casual and failing.
"Really?" Doyun says. "During personal time? When anyone could have walked by?"
"How did you even know I was here?" Haejin asks.
