When faced with a question he couldn't answer without sounding like a total jerk, he used the age old excuse that always works everywhere.

“Sorry. I'm just a little tired.” He hoped he sounded convincing.

Immediately, the angry expression on her face was replaced with one of concern. 

“Are you sick?” She walked closer and he nearly stumbled trying to get away from her hand that came up to rest on his forehead.

“Oh!” Eunji gasped, feeling his temperature. “Your face is warm! And red! I think you have a fever.”

It's not a fever, he groaned internally. It's you.