The door clicked shut behind Yuhyun with a finality that made my stomach plummet.
"Wait, I can explain—"
But he was already moving closer, his sleepy confusion sharpening into focused concern.
The bathroom felt impossibly small with both of us in it.
"What is this?" His fingers reached toward my shoulder, toward the edge of the patch I'd just applied.
"Don't—"
Too late. His fingertips brushed my skin, warm against the cool dampness from the shower.
The touch lingered a heartbeat longer than necessary, his thumb tracing the edge of the synthetic material.
Electric panic shot through me. I grabbed his wrist, yanking his hand away from my shoulder.
"It's nothing."
Our faces were inches apart now, both of us breathing hard in the cramped space. His eyes searched mine, wide and questioning.
"Vitamins," I whispered, desperation bleeding into my voice. "Just... vitamin patches. For energy."
Yuhyun's grip on my shoulder tightened slightly, anchoring us together.
