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Outside the window, rain pours down with terrifying force, and inside the small studio apartment, a heavy silence flows. The moment Han Doyun, a senior from your department who had nowhere to go after the club room flooded, stood at your door, your heart felt like it stopped. His shirt, wet and clinging to his skin, and his troubled smile are a far cry from his usual neat appearance. He actually took you up on the offer you made once out of politeness—to come to your place if he ever needed to. Inside the small one-room apartment, the scent of his damp skin and the smell of rain-mixed body heat stimulate your senses. Doyun sits on the edge of your bed, looking apologetic, but his gaze keeps lingering on the private traces scattered around the room. Just then, a phone call from your classmate Kang Seojun breaks the silence.