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After successfully reuniting her study group, Hana finally made it back home. She pushed open the door, exhaling a long, exhausted sigh. Without wasting a second, she headed straight to the kitchen and downed a glass of water like she had just returned from war.

"Hi, Pretty Princess," Minhwan greeted, strolling into the living room with Hanwool trailing behind him.

Hana groaned, rolling her eyes so hard they might have gotten stuck. "Ugh. Why are you here again?"

Minhwan clutched his chest dramatically. "Oh, I am wounded! How can you speak to your best friend like that?" he gasped, feigning devastation.

Hana scoffed, setting her glass down. "Best friend? Did you just self-appoint yourself as my best friend?" she asked, eyebrows raised in pure disbelief.

"I am your best friend," Minhwan repeated, emphasizing each word like he was declaring a universal truth.

"Whatever," Hana muttered, waving him off as she headed to her room. She shut the door behind her, already thinking about the sweet relief of finally getting some rest.

Just as she was about to freshen up, her phone buzzed.

She glanced at the screen—Gamin had added Sehyun back to the group chat. A small smile tugged at her lips as she scrolled through the flurry of messages. The gang was back together.

Tossing her phone onto the bed, she focused on her nighttime routine. After a few minutes of skincare and slipping into her comfiest night suit, she was finally ready to crash.

But, of course, peace was never an option.

A knock echoed at her door.

Hana groaned, dragging herself out of bed. She swung the door open, fully prepared to tell Minhwan to go bother someone else—only to freeze.

There stood Hanwool. Shirtless. Loose sweatpants hanging low on his hips. A pillow tucked under one arm.

Hana blinked. What.

"What is this supposed to be?" she asked, tilting her head, and crossing her arms as she gave him the most unimpressed look she could muster.

Hanwool, completely unfazed, leaned against the doorframe, a lazy smirk playing on his lips.

"Can't I sleep with my girlfriend? Minhwan took my bed—my bed, Hana. And I refuse to sleep in the guest room," he said, arms crossed like he was making a very valid argument.

Hana stood there for a moment, staring at him, weighing her options.

"The guest room is so far away, pretty girl," he added, voice dropping just enough to sound dangerously persuasive. "I want to be close to you."