"If you had to choose between me or him, who would it be?" Yuta manages to ask as he tries to catch his breath. The sprint he made across campus—just in time to catch Yaebin before she left the school grounds for the day—was tearing at his lungs as he gulped for oxygen but he just didn't care. Not with so much at stake. "Seriously! Kang Yaebin, who would it be if you had to choose at this very moment?"

"What are you going on about? You were just with that woman." Yaebin exclaims, "you weren't even concerned about me then so why now? Because of Sicheng?"

"Right, because of him!" He answers to Yaebin's astonishment. "Because I like you and I've liked you for quite some time so again, if you had to pick, who would it be?"

"You," she murmured as she lifted her chin into the air, no longer afraid to confront the emotions she's been avoiding all along. "It's always been you."

Suddenly, the blare of an alarm cuts through the scene and with a blink, Yuta finds himself on a mattress with a discarded bottle of Tylenol, decorative pillows scattered about and an unopened bottle of water on the night-stand next to him. This wasn't his room and this definitely wasn't the dorm he had grown accustomed to over the semester. But before Yuta could further rack his groggy mind for an explanation of the sort, his eyes locates the phone at the foot of the bed. With determination and sore limbs, he reaches forth to grab up the device to check any messages only to