ra woke up to the relentless drumming of rain on the window. Her head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and her vision wavered. Just her luck - now she was running a fever too.


    She nced over to see Dn stepping out of the bathroom. She froze, caught off guard, and quickly looked away once she realized. Last night, she hadn''t noticed much, but now she could make out faint scratch marks on Dn''s chest, likely from a woman''s nails. Maybe a cat had wed at him too, but there were simr marks on his back, which seemed pretty suggestive.


    Too tired to overthink it, ra decided to freshen up. The toiletries were bare- bones, like the kind you''d find at a budget motel-a flimsy toothbrush and a tiny tube of toothpaste.


    As she sluggishly brushed her teeth, she thought about how Dn was really getting the short end of the stick here. Just as she was lost in thought, Dn appeared in the cramped bathroom, standing behind her, presumably to wash his hands.


    ra instinctively shifted to the side, but the space was so tiny that their shoulders still brushed against each other. He was shirtless, washing his hands at


    a leisurely pace as if he were in some luxury suite.


    She could feel the warmth from his body seeping through her thin clothes, invading her personal bubble. She quickly sshed her face with water, rinsed her mouth, and turned to head back to bed.


    But then, his hand reached out in front of her. Even his arms looked like they belonged in a sculpture. ra forced a smile. "What''s up?"


    Dn leaned in, his eyes searching hers with an intensity that made her feel exposed, before slowly pulling back his hand. She let out a relieved breath and hurriedly grabbed her jacket from the day before, slipping it on. After a night under the air conditioning, her clothes were dry but felt ufortable.


    There were some cookies in the room, and she nibbled on a few. When Dn came out of the bathroom, she froze mid-bite. Dn walked over to her.


    She looked like a bird ready to take flight, wanting to get up but not daring to move. He lowered hisshes and casually opened a pack of cookies, taking a bite. ra turned her head, lost in her own thoughts.


    Dn quietly sat beside her, and she quickly jumped to the sofa, as if he were contagious. Neither of them spoke, and the silence was palpable.


    After ten minutes, he tossed the cookie wrapper in the trash and wiped the crumbs from his fingers with a napkin. ra stared at her phone, though there was no signal, pretending to be busy with nothing in particr.


    Dn chuckled softly, "So,st night, you were awake, weren''t you?"


    The question hung in the air, freezing the atmosphere. ra felt like she''d been caught, and tried tough it off. "What?"


    Dn opened another cookie, not looking at her, his tone lighter. "When I kissed you, you were awake, right?"


    ra''s face flushed, and she said nothing, her fingers nervously scrolling through her phone, wishing she could vanish.


    She had nned to act as if nothing happened, but Dn had shattered that illusion. With the storm outside, who knew how long they''d be stuck in this small room together? It was like a waking nightmare.


    After a long pause, she finally spoke. "Mr. Dn, we''re both adults. In that situation, it''s normal to get carried away. Once we leave this room, let''s pretend it never happened."


    "Do you let things go so easily with everyone?" He looked down at the te of cookies, his tone dropping, "What if I said..."


    She cut him off, "There are no ''what ifs,'' Mr. Dn. I just want to marry an ordinary person, live an ordinary life. Maybe it''s presumptuous, but that''s what I want. My boyfriend is a regr guy, and I don''t have any other aspirations."


    For some reason, Dn''s face went pale, his fingers trembled slightly. Once, she had said the same thing-wanting nothing more than a simple, ordinary life.


    He pressed his lips together, suddenly turning to watch the storm outside. "I''m sorry."


    ra heard his apology and smiled wryly, "It''s okay, it''s okay. I know you weren''t yourself."


    "I..."


    "Mr. Dn, I''ll get you some water. You still seem feverish." Dn swallowed hard, returning to the bed.


    "Okay."


    ra had been sitting on the sofa. She stood to get water, but her vision blurred, and she copsed back onto the cushions.


    Dn reached out, pulling her onto the bed. "Did I pass my cold to youst night?"


    They both knew exactly what that meant. ra had been holding on by sheer willpower, but the moment she touched the bed, her mind clouded over.


    Dn adjusted her pillow. "Sleep."


    She hadn''t slept wellst night, tormented by his kiss. But now, as soon as her head hit the pillow, she drifted off. Dn watched her sleeping face and sighed deeply.


    Impossible dreams, impossible desires-then and now, they remained out of reach. Only Dn was unattainable.