I crouched in front of the bathroom door, chattering away. I could hear the sound of my roommate in the next room showering, and I kept up my one-sided conversation to the rhythm of the running water. It wasn't like he was going to answer me anyway.

"Honestly, I'm a bit confused. I can't tell if he's flirting with me or just being nice. Ugh, seriously, having a crush is so exhausting."

Drip.

The sound of the water cut off abruptly. It was startlingly sudden.

Thud!

The bathroom door swung open violently. Startled, I froze right where I was.

He stood in the doorway, barely covered by a single towel wrapped around his waist. Water was dripping from his body and hair, but he hadn't even bothered to wipe it off. His wet hair hung down, covering his eyes. The gaze visible through the strands was expressionless, but there was a faint, sharp trace of irritation lingering there.

I caught my breath at the sight of his wet hair, that subtle expression, and a sense of intimidation that was different from usual.

Younghyun looked down at me through his damp bangs and asked in a voice much lower than usual.

"Who?"