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"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! Isn't this just perfection, 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. "Yo–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!"