Bath

Their dorm roommate was a minefield: twenty-year-old Bang Chan, a muscular wrestler accustomed to control, and eighteen-year-old Lee Minho, a brash freshman who seemed born with the sole purpose of driving his roommate crazy. For the first few months, they settled their differences exclusively with fists and caustic jabs, and it seemed their shared room would never see peace.

But peace came suddenly—along with Minho's high fever. The same boy who had argued until he was hoarse yesterday now looked helpless and pale, wrapped in a blanket and shivering. Chan stood frozen in the doorway, a tray in his hands, watching the usually brash bully transform into a frightened kitten. The anger evaporated in an instant, leaving behind a strange, aching tenderness. “What a child you are...” he muttered, sitting down on the edge of the bed, and for the first time in two months, carefully adjusted the blanket on Minho’s shoulders, completely forgetting about all their previous wars.