"Yah! You're billowing dust all over me!"

You giggle as Su-Hyeok all but shakes the fabric of the infirmary beds excessively, sending unwanted particles in straight descension your way following the height difference slope between you two. He smiles at you cheekily over where he was currently holding onto the corners of the white linen, repeating the motion once more to send your hair flying into a mess.

He finally stops long enough for you both to fold the sheets nicely and stretch it taut over the very last cot in the room. Taking a step back, you eye the result of your hard work for the past few hours as you scan the now pristine room, each bed surface without a wrinkle in sight.

Most other students would disagree with you that cleaning duties was their favorite of the student requirements at Hyosan High, but you found it to be therapeutic in a way. Strangely, or maybe not so strangely considering your career choice for the future, you were in your element with anything and everything even remotely close in relation to the medical field. Or, it could be the fact that Su-Hyeok would always try to sign up as your cleaning partner before anyone else has even had a chance to look over the room assignments for the week—all that just to spend more time with you.

You dramatically slide your hands back and forth across each other, dusting them off. Nodding your head in satisfaction as you survey the surroundings, you proudly exclaim, "Look! Perfect right, Su-Hyeok?" As you're smiling at the end product, you don't catch him gazing at you fondly.

"Yeah, more than perfect," he mumbles to himself.

With only the two of you in the room, it's hard to miss, though you don't register the full meaning behind his words.

Holding up your hand for a high five, he returns it, intertwining your fingers together to tug you towards him, the movement practically sending you crashing into his chest. Flustered, you opt to tease him instead to ease the tension you always feel around him.

"Y-You're too close. I can smell your feet from here, Su-Hyeok."

"Bear with me for a second," he chuckles as he pulls you nearer. You can't bring yourself to look up into his face as he smooths down your hair—entirely his fault from beating the sheets against your head earlier instead of the posts in the room that serve an obvious purpose. Except, you don't have to worry about that as once he's finished, he lets go of your hand and bends down to your level, making direct eye contact as he pats your head playfully. "Now, you're presentable."

You scoff, mock offended, finally stepping away from his personal space in hopes that the blush on your face isn't as visible as you imagine it to be.

"Are you saying I wasn't before?"

Su-Hyeok puts both hands up in defense, countenance teasing, before flopping unceremoniously onto the nearest bed.

"Aish!" you reproach. "We just made them!" He ultimately springs back up in fear of your relentless whacks to his chest. Glancing at the clock, it was already well into early evening, so you decide to call it a day. "Let's go! Hopefully we can catch up with the others outside on our way to the entrance!"

"Race you there!"

Su-Hyeok dashes out of the room without so much as a second glance, leaving you dumbfounded as you chase after him, dodging other students in the halls also on their way home.

When you finally make it outside, you and Su-Hyeok both spot Gyeong-Su and Cheong-San in the distance. Decidedly heading there together, you deliberately bump shoulders, trying to make the other fall over to no avail. Lightly kicking him in the shin as petty revenge for having sprung a race on you earlier, you sprint off toward your friends in front before Su-Hyeok has time to react.

You don't give Cheong-San any indication of your presence until you jump on his back, arms around his neck. He stumbles but doesn't fall as Gyeong-Su whips around in surprise before seeing it's you. He laughs at Cheong-San's struggles as you finally let go. "It's your little sister from a different mister!"

Growing up together and being the only child in your respective families, you, Cheong-San, and Su-Hyeok have always been close enough to the point that showing up at one another's residences became commonplace. Mr. and Mrs. Lee never fail to bring up the fact that you're the daughter they always wanted but never had to pull their son's leg whenever you come around. Actually, now that you think about it, even when you're not, they still do so out of habit, resulting in you getting an earful from Cheong-San the day after about how his parents' affections are prioritized in the wrong order. You frequently laugh it off, but deep down, you're grateful that the whole family is so protective of you, particularly Cheong-San, almost as if he was your brother by blood.

Though exasperated, when you cutely open your arms for a hug, Cheong-San rolls his eyes and gives in. "One day, you and On-Jo are going to annoy me to death," he says as you guys let go.

"What an honorable death that would be for you," you stick your tongue out at him.

"Don't I get a friendly hug too, Chae-Wol?" Gyeong-Su asks before pulling you into one.

"All this tenderness is making me want to throw up," Cheong-San says as Su-Hyeok reaches the group.

"I think that's been long enough," Su-Hyeok warns, jealous.

"Nope," Gyeong-Su refutes, not letting you go to make a point, causing you to laugh. He releases you soon after though, before Cheong-San has a chance to scold him.

"I get a kick in the shin and they get hugs?" Su-Hyeok grumbles, nearly sulking.

"If you wanted one so badly, you could've just asked."

"No flirting before dinner, guys. I'll lose my appetite." Gyeong-Su puts an arm around Cheong-San's shoulder, amused at the scene in front of him.

As Su-Hyeok spreads his arms wide, you mirror him, before handing over your backpack, heavy with beginner's medical textbooks. "Free hug for you from my lovely backpack."

Gyeong-Su cackles at the priceless expression on Su-Hyeok's face while Cheong-San just shakes his head, tired of the familiar behavior between the two of you he's had to witness against his will over the years as the eternal third wheel.

You wave as you see On-Jo and I-Sak approaching, the former shoving Cheong-San's shoulder so hard, he drops his phone on the ground, rattling against the gravel from impact.

"My phone!" He scrambles to pick it up.

"Hey, gopher. Let's go have some fried chicken," On-Jo says, jutting out her backpack.

Regardless of their endless bickering, he doesn't hesitate in taking the bag from her, though you're not really surprised. You've known about Cheong-San's massive longtime crush on On-Jo before he even knew it himself. To this day, you're still waiting for him to make something happen, though you expect to be waiting forever.

"It hasn't opened yet," Cheong-San says, peeved.

"Yeah, it has. Mrs. Lee said she's testing out a new recipe today," On-Jo counters as Gyeong-Su hits Cheong-San, somewhat affronted.

You assume they've already been over this once before the girls arrived. On-Jo and I-Sak pull you to their side, linking their arms through yours as everyone confirms their attendance to the impromptu chicken dinner invite.

"Ohhhhhhh," Gyeong-Su drawls excitedly. "Is this a triple date?"

"Mwoya? How annoying."

I-Sak couldn't be more disgusted as she drags you and On-Jo away speedily towards the school's entrance, leaving the boys trailing behind to Gyeong-Su's happy whistle rendition of Auld Lang Syne, extra backpacks and all.

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"There's the cute couple!" Cheong-San's mom bellows, referring to you and Su-Hyeok, handing over the largest platter of fried chicken you've seen in your life. She immediately embraces you before you even get a chance to sit down.

The boys convene on one side while you and the girls take seats opposite them, somehow paired up as Gyeong-Su had hoped for.

"Mrs. Lee, we're not together," you correct as you dig into the plate in front of you, the mouthwatering smell of freshly fried chicken wafting through the vicinity.

"Do we get extra fried chicken if we are?" Su-Hyeok inquires, genuinely curious. You kick him under the table and Mrs. Lee looks on, entertained.

Somehow, the lighthearted conversation as your little group eats shifts to more serious matters when Mrs. Lee heads back to the kitchen to reevaluate the briny recipe with her husband after taking everyone's feedback into consideration.

"Ah, right. Did you guys catch wind of what's circulating around school about Mr. Lee?" I-Sak starts.

"What about him?" Cheong-San questions as everyone turns their attention towards I-Sak, wondering what the latest gossip was.

"He emits the odor of a rotting corpse."

Cheong-San sighs. "Na-Yeon's the one who spread that rumor, right?"

You roll your eyes. "Knowing her, of course she did."

All five pairs of eyes turn towards you, scandalized. "Wow, this is the first time that you, the nicest person in the world, have clearly expressed your dislike for someone," Gyeong-Su states to everyone's agreement. "Our own future doctor and resident angel with a pure heart full of compassion finally has one person on her hit list," he teases.

"Pshh, stop it you guys. Refrain from giving me these grand nicknames I can't live up to. An angel, seriously?" you deny, slightly embarrassed at them putting you in such high regards.

"Su-Hyeok surely thinks so, in a literal sense—"

The person in question elbows Gyeong-Su forcefully, on the brink of sending him toppling over in his chair. Everyone laughs as Su-Hyeok shoves a drumstick into Gyeong-Su's mouth to shut him up.

"Don't force it, Gyeong-Su. I think he likes Nam-Ra."

As the words leave your mouth, everyone snaps their head your way, staring unbelievably, almost comically so. 

On-Jo recovers first. "So, you're saying he likes someone smart, kind, and beautiful. Hmm, sounds like someone we all know." She stares right at you.

"Yah, Chae-Wol, you're supposed to be the smartest one out of all of us here, including almost the entirety of the school. How are you so dense?" Cheong-San clucks his tongue, frustrated.

"Excuse you? I can feel him burning a hole through the side of my face trying to get a glimpse of her in class," you defend.

Up until now, Su-Hyeok hasn't said a word, though he resorts to beating his forehead lightly and repetitively against the table.

"Care to remind me who's beside Nam-Ra and sits in the aisle seat?" I-Sak looks at you pointedly.

"It's me, obviously, that's how I can tell."

Gyeong-Su ends up choking on his chicken as he snorts while the others just give up.

"Anyway," On-Jo moves on, circling back on the conversation. "What I-Sak says is true! Mr. Lee was absent for a short while after his son went missing, then showed up one day to class with a deathly smell."

"How would Na-Yeon know the smell of a cadaver? It's not like she has any experience being in close contact with one. I doubt the majority of us have," Cheong-San criticizes.

"No idea, but if it's the only one she's not accustomed to, she can't be wrong about the unidentified scent. He did act exponentially bizarre in the aftermath of what happened to his son," On-Jo clarifies.

"Poor Jin-Su was an outcast from what I remember. I heard he got bullied severely." I-Sak looks down at her plate, pitying the boy.

"I feel sorry for him. Mr. Lee as well. Can you imagine knowing your child getting mistreated but not being able to do anything about it? I wouldn't be able to bear it, much less fathom what his thought process was at the time," On-Jo pauses before bringing up another matter. "Do you guys recall him leaving class last week all of a sudden?"

"He had written all these biological terms in English, madly, in some sort of craze on the blackboard," you detail. "The sound of the chalk was eerie when it scraped so wildly across the board's surface." Everyone nods as Gyeong-Su asks you what Mr. Lee had written, with your history of having studied abroad before entering high school. "I'm not quite sure what they meant. It was just a bunch of complex information about parasites, viruses, and cells. But the thing is, his writing wasn't complete. Those notes seemed like it was solely for him to comprehend," you deduce.

"He's known around the school to have been a genius in his prime." I-Sak stops before adding as an afterthought, "Though, I guess he's still considered a genius now."

"Geniuses often go crazy," On-Jo murmurs.

"You may accumulate a hundred problems, but for the rest of your life, I suppose you'll never have to worry about that being one of them," Cheong-San says wittily.

Gyeong-Su laughs as On-Jo scolds him. "Are you looking down on me? Grades aren't everything."

"Be careful, Chae-Wol. You might go crazy one day," Su-Hyeok jokes.

"If I do, I'll bite you first."

Gyeong-Su taps your empty plate with his chicken bone, tone fake reprimanding. "Now, now, my dear Chae-Wol, that's not very school appropriate."

Before you can get back at him, I-Sak's rushed reminder sends everyone fleeing from the table, clearly running late to their English academy. After all of your hasty goodbyes to Cheong-San's parents, Gyeong-Su is the first one out the door, afraid of your wrath-filled kicks if he were to stay any longer. He knows better than to mess too seriously with a black-belt.

You and Su-Hyeok don't attend the same academy—well he just doesn't attend one at all—so you two have fallen into a routine of him walking you home everyday after school even though your house is next door to his.

As you walk, the back of your hands keeps brushing against each other's, close enough to touch but not enough to hold. That is, until Su-Hyeok boldly reaches over to clasp them together without hesitation, always making sure you're on the inner side of the sidewalk.

A few blocks later, you shiver against the cold, realizing you should've heeded your mom's advice this morning about putting an extra layer on top of your thin green cardigan. Su-Hyeok takes off his black blazer for you to wear, disappointed in having to let go of your hand for you to put it on properly. The only problem was it's entirely too large on you, the sleeves dangling in a funny way and the length almost a dress on you, but it serves its purpose and smells entirely like Su-Hyeok.

"Aren't you going to be cold?" you ask him, fretting, despite how touched you are by his actions.

He entwines your hands again and drags you closer to his side. "Not really." He glances down at you. "I think I'm warm enough."

It's hard to suppress your smile as you huddle a tiny bit closer, his red name tag lined up with your heart.

When the door of your house comes into view, you reluctantly draw your hand away from his, proceeding to take off his jacket, intending to return it. Before you can so much as get it past your shoulders, he stops you.

"Give it back to me tomorrow," he smiles shyly at you.

"Alright, thanks." You shuffle your feet, suddenly at a loss on what to say. When did things become so awkward? "Well, this is me." You point to your gate as if he didn't already know. "It's getting late, you should go."

"Not until I see you head inside first."

Your heart is warm as you turn around to head in. When you lock the gateway behind you, he calls to you through the opening between each metal post.

"It's not Nam-Ra that I like."

The statement is entirely too random until you remember the conversation at Cheong-San's family restaurant.

"Then, who? Do I know her?"

"You do—very well."

"Will you tell me?"

"I'll let you know before the end of tomorrow."

"Then, see you tomorrow, Su-Hyeok."

"Always."

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Here's the prologue! The next chapter will be where all the drama actually kicks in, so it's a slow start for now but I hope that it's still enjoyable! Characters might seem a little OOC but I wanted to give them more backstory that the drama left out! I'm re-watching the show again from the beginning to write this because it's been a month since I finished it last. Due to a large workload, my updates probably won't be as consistent or as frequent, though I'll try my best!

Let me know what you think and don't be a ghost reader! Votes and comments are always welcomed! 😊

Until the next chapter! ♡

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