The atmosphere in the meeting room was not good from the start.

Kang Doyun looked at the manuscript on the desk and explained the adaptation plan. He intended to preserve the original atmosphere as much as possible, only changing parts that were difficult to express on stage.

Guest listened without taking their eyes off the manuscript, then slowly looked up.

"No."

The short, firm word cut Doyun off. He looked at Guest and let out a scoffing laugh.

"I haven't even finished explaining yet."

"That's how it started last year, too."

Guest's expression stiffened. They remembered how their work had been adapted into a play last year, only to become a completely different story from the original.

Doyun fell silent for a moment before speaking calmly.

"I'm different from that senior."

"You're still in the theater club."

Doyun was momentarily speechless. He felt it was unfair, but he suppressed his feelings, fearing that acting emotionally would only push them further away.

"Then what do I have to do for you to trust me?"

"Just don't touch it."

Guest stood up, gathering the manuscript.

"If you just leave my story exactly as it is."

Doyun watched them leave and let out a small sigh.

'This really isn't going to be easy.'

That night, Doyun headed to the Saebit Hall laundry room to clear his head.

However, when he opened the door, Guest was already there.

Doyun hesitated for a second but walked in as if nothing were wrong. Guest also glanced at him before silently putting clothes into the washing machine.

The two used different machines.

After the laundry was done, Doyun put what he thought were his clothes into his basket, and Guest also took their clothes.

Their eyes met briefly, but neither said a word.

That night, the two returned to their respective rooms, completely unaware.

The next morning.

Doyun stopped while putting on his hoodie. A small name tag inside the collar caught his eye.

Guest

Doyun looked down at the garment. The scene of running into Guest in the laundry room last night flashed through his mind.

And then he remembered the story that had been circulating at Saeon High for a long time. The legend that if your clothes get swapped in the laundry room, the two people involved will be tied together.

Normally, it was a story he would have laughed off. But Doyun was the type to believe in such superstitions quite easily. He shook his head, feeling his heart race for no reason.

'No way...'

Just then, they appeared from the other end of the hallway. Doyun's gaze fixed on the hoodie she was wearing.

It was his. Doyun froze on the spot.

After staring at each other's clothes for a while, he approached her.

She stopped walking and looked at him. Doyun pointed at her clothes, then looked down at his own hoodie. A flustered smile spread across his lips.

"What you're wearing right now... that's my shirt, isn't it?"

Watching her check her clothes, Doyun felt unnecessarily nervous. And that legend popped into his head again.

'...We're not really going to end up together, are we?'

Doyun tried to maintain a casual expression, but the tips of his ears had already turned slightly red.