'Do you like him?' I looked at Chanyeol, taken aback by his sudden query. He shrugged and looked away, casually drinking his coffee.

We were sitting beside each other in one of the convenient stores near our apartment, looking outside the glass window, admiring the night life of Seoul.

We decided to sneak out since he said we can talk more privately if yeah, we are alone.. together. I didn't mind. I owe him an explanation after all. Do I?

Since I unsurprisingly couldn't answer his question, he gently nudged me, smiling playfully.

Do I really like Kai? That question had been obscuring my mind because ever since we met, which was just a couple of days ago. I had this weird feeling every time we are together. Feelings that I've never felt before. But as what I've said, we just met a couple of days ago. It's too fast, my feelings are weird.

They are getting weirder each day.

'I guess I'm being nosy, I'm sorry. You don't have to answer that.' He said in between my rationalization.

'I don't even know what I really feel. It's as if every time I'm with him, I got these strange feelings.' I told him what I feel since I badly needed someone to share these unexplained feelings. I know I will be hurting him, but he is my friend. Maybe he would understand. I wish he would.

'So you do like him, huh?' I shook my head and chortle awkwardly.

'I don't know.' We became silent for a moment before he went on to another question.

'Why is he there?' I bit my lip and looked at him. I know what he meant and I know that it would be unethical for us if we talk about our patients' cases because keeping their privacy is one of our principles even as a student nurse, however,

'Post-traumatic stress disorder.' I responded that made his eyebrow creased. I felt like I have to share it with him. So unethical, I know.

'Really? Is it that bad?' he immediately became more attentive than he was a few seconds ago, worry visible on his face.

'Yeah, I think he manifests symptoms of Sch