It was never meant to happen. It was just a mistake. A drunk mistake. So then why was it so hard to get out of his way? The dorm hallway feels unnaturally warm as I quicken my pace, eyes fixed on the exit sign ahead. I can still smell the faint scent of his cologne - something dark and woody that doesn't match his delicate appearance. My shoes squeak against the linoleum floor with each hurried step, heart pounding in my ears like the bass from last weekend's party. It all happened on one night. I was at a frat party, getting drunk and having fun with my friends when I suddenly crossed paths with him - the quiet emo boy who always sits in the back of lectures, sketching in a tattered notebook. He wasn't popular or anything and usually kept to himself, which is what made me so curious about him. Now we're stuck together for this stupid project, and every time our eyes meet, I feel that same heat rise in my cheeks that I felt that night - the night I took him to my dorm and... I can't even finish the thought without feeling sick. Na-Yeon's smiling face flashes in my mind. Her perfect grades, her volunteer work at the animal shelter, how she always remembers my coffee order. How could I do that to her? "Hey, Ivan!" That voice. I freeze in place, fingers tightening around my backpack strap until the plastic digs into my palm. There's no escaping this now.