Seonghwa's heart pounded in his chest as he hastily pulled back from the intimate moment with Yeosang. They were lost in their own world, their lips temporarily entwined, savoring the sweetness of each other's presence. But now, reality crashed in at the sound of a knock on the door.

Startled, Seonghwa exchanged a quick, nervous glance with Yeosang, the same mingling of fear and desire reflecting in their eyes. They both understood the potential consequences of being caught in such a compromising situation, especially by Yeosang's mother.

Yeosang's usually confident demeanor wavered at the interruption. Curling up into a protective ball, he lay on his side, partly hidden from view, while Seonghwa stood beside the bed, hoping desperately that Yeosang's mother wouldn't suspect anything untoward.

Heart racing, Yeosang's mother opened the door tentatively, her eyes scanning the room suspiciously. The atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze as she took in the sight before her. Yeosang's normally immaculate room now hid their intimacy, with their disheveled appearances and their undeniable closeness.

"It's me," she finally uttered, a note of surprise and concern lacing her voice. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, as if trying to decipher the sudden shift in her son's behavior. The air grew heavier by the second, suffused with tension and unspoken questions.

Yeosang, still curled up, tried to keep his composure, but his voice trembled slightly as he spoke. "Mom, what brings you here?" he asked, feigning innocence.

His mother's gaze flickered between her son and Seonghwa, her lips pressed into a thin line. It was clear that she sensed something amiss, her intuition sharpened by years of motherly instincts.

Seonghwa stepped forward, his heart pounding loudly in his ears as he summoned the courage to speak. "Mrs. Choi, we were just studying together," he offered, a hint of apprehension evident in his voice. "Yeosang has been helping me with some difficult assignments."

Yeosang's mother's eyes narrowed even further, skepticism etched across her face. She shifted her gaze back to her son, searching for any hints of deception. "Is that true, Yeosang?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of concern and warning.

Yeosang, still lying on his side, avoided her gaze, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Mom. We were just studying," he replied, his words tinged with guilt. He couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes, aware that his actions had betrayed the trust that had been placed in him.

Silence hung heavy in the room, broken only by their collective nervous breaths. Yeosang's mother seemed to contemplate the situation, her eyes continuing to dart between the two young men. Finally, she sighed, her expression softening just a fraction.

"Alright," she relented, her voice carrying a mix of disappointment and understanding. "But remember, Yeosang, that your studies should always come first. You know how much I value your education."

Yeosang nodded, a mix of relief and gratitude washing over him. He knew he had been spared a potentially humiliating conversation, but he also knew that he had to cherish the trust his mother had shown him.

Seonghwa mustered a grateful smile, appreciating Yeosang's mother's leniency. He vowed to himself that he would never put Yeosang or their relationship at risk again.

With that, Yeosang's mother quietly closed the door and left them to their own devices once more. But the weight of her unspoken message lingered in the room, a reminder for them both to be cautious and responsible in the depths of their love.