Kang-woo went after Chin-hwa. He thought he might've run towards the restrooms, and if he did, he wouldn't be able to go in with them, but luckily, he didn't go there.
He entered one of the janitor's closets and started heaving, trying to catch his breath.
He ran away from the harsh, dominating pheromones, but it was as if they had all stuck to his clothes,, and he kept inhaling it.
"I... I feel hot." Chin-hwa thought out loud, holding his throat. It was as if his breath had been caught in his lungs. No, his lungs were free, but his throat was clogged.
"Hwa," Kang-woo called as he opened the door.
He followed his scent there and found Chin-hwa heaving.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked and Chin-hwa grabbed him.
"I... I don't know. It's fuzzy and I..." He clutched Kang-woo's coat.
"Do you want to go to the infirmary? The hospital? We don't have time to waste." Kang-woo said but Chin-hwa shook his head.