By Zephyria I’m the one who’s hurt, so I don’t know why Ki Young-han is so angry.
Ki Young-han was furious as he headed to the infirmary in the secluded student council building. He kicked at a stone on the ground for no reason, muttering “Agh!” and ran his hands through his hair. Yoon Ye-jun simply followed behind Ki Young-han in silence.
He felt lucky that his personality was so calm. If he had acted like that, he would have been too embarrassed to live. Ki Young-han didn’t seem to care at all, though.
The infirmary on the first floor of the student council building, which might have been closed at other times, stayed open late during the Festival. Unlike the dark surroundings of the building, the infirmary was brightly lit. Yoon Ye-jun quickened his pace as he approached. Standing at the entrance, he turned and said to Ki Young-han, who was waiting for him.
“Young-han.”
“…….”
“I’ll go in by myself, so go smoke a cigarette. Calm down.”
Yoon Ye-jun placed the cigarettes and lighter from his pocket into Ki Young-han’s hand. Then, without a moment’s hesitation, he entered the infirmary. Ki Young-han watched Yoon Ye-jun’s retreating back as he went inside without looking back, then lowered his head. A purple lighter, likely grabbed randomly from a convenience store, and a pack of cigarettes with a bluish tint. He looked at the items in his hand, then finally stood near the building and lit a cigarette.
He smoked the sweet-tasting cigarette heavily, unable to bear it any longer, and ended up slamming his forehead against the wall. Thwack, the sound was quite loud, and the pain was, of course, immediate.
Unbearable anger churned within him, but he couldn’t pinpoint who the arrow of his rage was aimed at. Naturally, he was most angry at the man who had acted like a boor and splashed Tang on Yoon Ye-jun. He was also annoyed at Yoon Ye-jun for pretending to be calm and accepting everything. And he was angry at himself for losing his temper and causing a scene there. How childish must he have looked? Ki Young-han squeezed his eyes shut. Embarrassment was secondary.
Are his hands okay? They looked so hot. Enough to drop a pot. More than annoyance, his primary feeling was worry. Yoon Ye-jun’s hands, the feeling he had when Kim Jae-ui had suddenly picked a fight. He was simply worried about Yoon Ye-jun.
Ki Young-han stood there and smoked three cigarettes in a row. The main stadium, where the bar and performances were, was bright, but the area around the student council building was dark and deserted. Unlike the loud noise spreading through the air and the bright lights visible in the distance, his heart slowly settled.
Does Yoon Ye-jun still like that guy? Ki Young-han couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to be picked on by someone like that. Greed suddenly struck him. If only Yoon Ye-jun liked him… If it were him, he wouldn’t have done what that scumbag did. But then again, he knew he wasn’t exactly good to Yoon Ye-jun either, so Ki Young-han had to end his thoughts there.
As Ki Young-han was about to light another cigarette, he turned his head upon sensing a presence. Yoon Ye-jun stood there, having just come out of the infirmary and rounded the corner of the building.
“Why are you here? I was looking for you.”
Ki Young-han, who had only been holding the cigarette between his lips, lowered his gaze to Yoon Ye-jun’s hands. It wasn’t severe; he only had a flesh-colored burn bandage on his palm.
“Are your hands okay?”
“Yeah.”
Ki Young-han stopped smoking. Yoon Ye-jun naturally reached out and took the unlit cigarette from Ki Young-han’s hand, placing it in his own mouth. Since Ki Young-han didn’t seem like he would light it, he took the lighter from his hand and lit the tip of the cigarette. He leaned against the wall.
It’s hard. That thought came to him belatedly. Was it because he was so preoccupied? In his late rest, Yoon Ye-jun looked towards the main stadium, quite far in the distance.
“Ah, this is hard.”
Yoon Ye-jun tried to say it lightly. It wasn’t bad enough to scar, so he had applied ointment and a bandage for now. He said it would be fine if he applied more burn ointment from the pharmacy a few more times.
“Then wouldn’t it be hard? You’re not a slave, you do everything yourself.”
He was fine, but Ki Young-han was making a fuss. He had been like that earlier too. Yoon Ye-jun just wanted to let it go. It was all too bothersome.
“Why are you butting in again? What were you doing earlier? So embarrassing.”
He said it with a smile, trying to brush it off as a joke, but Ki Young-han was fuming.
“Because it’s annoying! Why do you act so nice? Do you know how infuriating it is to watch you?”
He and Ki Young-han were polar opposites. Yoon Ye-jun couldn’t understand why this guy was getting so worked up about his business. Still. If it wasn’t too bad. If anything, it was refreshing, perhaps he was being gloomy, hiding behind Ki Young-han’s honesty.
“Young-han.”
“Yes?”
“I don’t want other people to hate me.”
“…….”
“I just want to live a simple, ordinary life. Without being disliked.”
Perhaps it was the atmosphere. Cheers erupted from the audience as if a popular singer had taken the stage. A dance song, fitting for the Festival, echoed with good sound. This place was far from that. Unlike the dim light and the noise, it held only a desolate darkness.
Was it the atmosphere that allowed him to be honest? But perhaps it was because of Ki Young-han. In front of him, he always became his true self. He became a petty person, and he acted disgracefully. Even when he thought of letting things slide, Ki Young-han always exposed the flaws he wanted to hide.
“Who in the world isn’t disliked?”
Ki Young-han, as usual, spoke his mind. His tone was habitually sharp, but Yoon Ye-jun’s heart slowly calmed. Perhaps it was because of Ki Young-han, who pricked him like sharp needles.
“Just live however you want. Why do you live so subserviently? What are you lacking?”
He had thought it would be a Festival without any major incidents. At least, Yoon Ye-jun had. He thought it would be fine if he just let everything pass by as usual. In fact, the incident with Kim Jae-ui was something he would have smoothed over by accepting the story appropriately when he returned to the bar after visiting the infirmary. He wouldn’t have been held back by Ki Young-han like this. He wouldn’t have been standing next to Ki Young-han, who provoked him with only honest words.
“I guess so.”
Yoon Ye-jun had always lived that way. Not wanting to offend others, he would smooth over situations. During his school days, at his grandparents’ house, after moving to Seoul, and while working countless part-time jobs, while dating, not just in friendships, but always, everywhere.
The only time he showed his true self was in front of Ki Young-han. His honesty, disguised as rudeness, or perhaps the opposite, made him feel strangely exposed in front of Ki Young-han’s personality. Even when he thought of letting things slide, Ki Young-han always made him reveal the parts he wanted to hide.
“But I hate being disliked. It’s just that my parents abandoned me and left, so what if other people leave too?”
It was strange. Normally, he would have patted Ki Young-han on the back and said, “Don’t worry too much, let’s go back. I’ll give you something delicious,” and moved on. But the words that came out of his mouth were things he usually hid. Who would be curious about family history?
He didn’t think the divorce of his parents and being entrusted to his grandparents was his fault. However, such feelings existed implicitly. He tried to be a well-behaved child, and he acted nicely, fearing that his grandparents might entrust him to someone else.
When he was sent to live with relatives for a year due to family circumstances, those feelings reached their peak, and from the time he returned, Yoon Ye-jun wore a mask. He studied hard, yielded to others, and lived to hear the words, “What a good child.”
He didn’t tell him all of that. But it was already a sufficiently burdensome story. Yoon Ye-jun didn’t regret it. He thought he could only tell Ki Young-han. Ki Young-han always dismissed other people’s problems. He was probably thinking to himself right now, “What do I care if you tell me this?” Yoon Ye-jun just stood with his hands behind his back, leaning against the wall, and watched the ongoing performance.
“That’s why you’re talking to me so well right now. Honestly, you should be good to me. Do you know how many times I’ve let you off the hook?”
He then spoke playfully and shifted his gaze to Ki Young-han, who was standing beside him. He still had a sullen expression. Yoon Ye-jun smiled slightly. “So what?” or “What do I care?” he expected Ki Young-han to say, but an unexpected word came out of his mouth.
“So. You’re not going to hate that guy either?”
Who?
“…What are you talking about?”
“You said you liked him. Are you not going to hate him even though he burned your hand?”
Why was Kim Jae-ui suddenly brought up? Yoon Ye-jun looked up for a moment. He looked at the dark night sky without a single star, then shook his head and lowered his gaze.
“I don’t like him anymore. I did before, but not now. It was years ago. It’s all over, just like that.”
“…Annoying.”
Ki Young-han habitually blurted out the words. In reality, he wasn’t annoyed. Rather, he felt good hearing that Yoon Ye-jun no longer liked Kim Jae-ui.
“What’s with you being annoyed all the time?”
Yoon Ye-jun reached out his hand. Then he gently touched the tips of Ki Young-han’s hair. Ki Young-han’s stomach churned. It felt like standing on a boat swaying freely on the sea, deliberately trying to make him seasick. Ki Young-han gazed at Yoon Ye-jun. He liked his light smile.
“This is the first time I’m saying this. No one knows I like guys, and no one’s curious about my family history. But still, it feels good to talk about it. Aren’t you bored?”
“…….”
“If you have something to say, say it. I’ll listen to everything.”
“…No.”
Ki Young-han felt like he was going to throw up. Yoon Ye-jun’s words, “the first time,” stirred his heart. His heart pounded wildly, as if it couldn’t be contained. He felt hot and then cold, even though he hadn’t had a drop of alcohol. He clenched and unclenched his fists.
“I told you to say it. We might fight again tomorrow, so I’m listening while we’re on good terms.”
Yoon Ye-jun knows nothing. What did he think he would say, urging him to speak? He wanted to say he liked him. He wanted him to like him now, not Kim Jae-ui. Because he could treat him well, unlike Kim Jae-ui, who acted like trash.
Ki Young-han glanced sideways. But why was he still hesitating?
“You’ll get angry if I say it.”
“When did I ever get angry?”
“You always get angry.”
“This is like a child.”
Yoon Ye-jun openly treated Ki Young-han like a child. He pinched Ki Young-han’s cheek gently. Ki Young-han felt like crying. A wicked thought crossed his mind: he wished Yoon Ye-jun would only be kind to him. He couldn’t suppress the surge of emotion. He took a step forward and stood facing Yoon Ye-jun. He lowered his head slightly and silently kissed Yoon Ye-jun’s lips, then pulled away.
“I like you.”
At that moment, a fizz sound spread through the air. Yoon Ye-jun’s eyes widened in surprise, then he looked up at the sky. Fireworks burst in the dark night sky. Boom, boom. With the sound, fireworks painted the sky in various colors. A beautiful picture unfolded on the black canvas of the sky. Yoon Ye-jun’s gaze returned to Ki Young-han.
“I like you….”
Ki Young-han spoke, not even noticing the fireworks. Yoon Ye-jun looked down at his own hands, still staring at Ki Young-han. His left hand, with the burn bandage, felt strange. His mouth felt dry. It wasn’t the first time he had received a confession. Was it because it was Ki Young-han? To hear such a pure, innocent confession from Ki Young-han, who always acted so grumpy.
Yoon Ye-jun’s lips moved.
“You said you didn’t like me when I asked if you did last time.”
Ki Young-han continued, his brow furrowed.
“I thought about it afterward, and it’s true. I think I like you. Even before that, I mean… the fact that I get annoyed, but want to talk, that I want to see you, but get annoyed when I do. It’s just…”
He was struggling to articulate it, and he seemed overwhelmed. It didn’t look like he had ever done this before.
“Ah…”
However, regardless of the confession, Yoon Ye-jun was in a difficult position. They hadn’t met with such feelings in mind from the start. Even in Yoon Ye-jun’s dating pattern, where natural encounters were common, someone like Ki Young-han was a first. Wasn’t he the one he had argued with just a week ago about whether to see each other or not?
“Young-han, I’m not sure yet.”
“…….”
“I’m not sure…”
Yoon Ye-jun ran a hand through his hair. Ki Young-han felt like he was falling to the ground. He should have just kept his mouth shut. Confession, what a joke. Something flashed through his mind. His parents always told him, “Watch your mouth,” “Please consider others,” and he remembered them pleading with him. This was what they meant.
Ki Young-han closed his eyes. He thought his life was ruined and wished he could live it again.
I should have been nicer to Yoon Ye-jun sooner, spoken a little more carefully, not insisted, not gotten annoyed. But it was all in the past. Ki Young-han thought being rejected was inevitable.
Even if I just pretended to be nice like Kim Jae-ui…
“Give me a little time to think.”
Ki Young-han looked stunned. He clearly thought he had been rejected, but Yoon Ye-jun’s unexpected words made it difficult to grasp the true meaning.
“Give me time. Just a little time to think.”
Yoon Ye-jun wondered what he was saying. Normally, he would have said, “Sorry, I’ve never thought of it that way. Let’s stay good friends,” but perhaps it was because Ki Young-han looked so pathetic, or perhaps it was his comfort, or the Festival atmosphere. He might regret it tomorrow, but for now, that’s how it was.
Ki Young-han gazed at Yoon Ye-jun, then nodded once. It was a response, not words.
A very brief silence passed. Yoon Ye-jun let out a deep sigh. It had been a chaotic day. At this point, he would probably say it was okay to go home. He nudged Ki Young-han’s shoulder, clearing the path.
“I should go home. I need to get my bag from the bar. You’re going to hang out with your friends more, right?”
“I’ll walk you.”
Yoon Ye-jun smiled at Ki Young-han’s words. Did he plan to take off the mask of the villain and be openly nice now that he had confessed?
“You don’t have to walk me.”
“I’m going on my own two feet, what does it matter?”
That didn’t seem right.
How could a person change all at once? Yoon Ye-jun looked at Ki Young-han with a defiant expression, far from that of someone who had just received a confession. Reading his mind, Ki Young-han retorted.
“No, ah, I’ll walk you. Just a little.”
“Fine, whatever…”
After a lukewarm permission was granted, the two headed towards the bar. Ki Young-han told his peers he was going home, and Yoon Ye-jun smiled at his concerned classmates as he packed his things. They came out together, and Kim Jae-ui was standing at the entrance of the bar. He looked at Yoon Ye-jun’s hand. The spot where the flesh-colored bandage was.
“Ye-jun.”
Kim Jae-ui reached out as if to grab Yoon Ye-jun. Yoon Ye-jun, who had been watching him expressionlessly, didn’t even open his mouth. Instead, Ki Young-han, standing beside him, spoke.
“Are you shameless? Talking to him like that.”
Yoon Ye-jun elbowed Ki Young-han in the stomach, meaning “watch your words.” Then Ki Young-han quieted down.
Yoon Ye-jun restrained Ki Young-han, who looked like he might swing a beer bottle instead of his fist, but he himself had nothing to say either, so they just passed by for now. Ki Young-han walked alongside Yoon Ye-jun. They passed through the alleys between the crowded bars and exited the main stadium, where there were fewer people. Yoon Ye-jun looked at Ki Young-han, who was walking quietly beside him.
When did it start? Knowing that he wasn’t the type to joke about such things, Yoon Ye-jun had no choice but to accept Ki Young-han’s confession as it was.
Ki Young-han, who would normally grumble, pout, and spout words carelessly, walked quietly, maintaining his composure. It was fine when he kept his mouth shut and his expressionless. His initial judgment that he wasn’t his type flashed through his mind. Back then, he did whatever he wanted, and honestly, not much had changed now.
Since Ki Young-han was silent, Yoon Ye-jun also became awkward and hesitant. Eventually, he spoke first.
“Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you embarrassed about swinging that beer bottle?”
“Let’s just go quietly.”
Right, well…
Yoon Ye-jun gave Ki Young-han time for repentance. The two of them silently left the campus, delving into a narrow alley, and arrived in front of Yoon Ye-jun’s house. At the entrance to the building, Yoon Ye-jun turned his back. He met Ki Young-han’s eyes.
“Thanks for walking me home.”
“…….”
“Then go in carefully.”
“Show me your hand.”
Yoon Ye-jun extended his right palm. Was he trying to hold his hand? Yoon Ye-jun felt strangely tense and just watched Ki Young-han. Ki Young-han, who had been looking at his own palm, tilted his head.
“What are you doing? You should show me the injured hand.”
“Ah.”
So that’s what he meant. Yoon Ye-jun extended his left hand. He clenched and unclenched his fist as a sign that it was okay. It was burning and stinging. Still, it might be fortunate that it was only this bad. Ki Young-han wore a sullen expression. He nodded.
“I’m leaving.”
After speaking, he walked away without looking back once. Yoon Ye-jun watched Ki Young-han’s retreating figure until he completely disappeared, then he too went inside. He didn’t even think about washing up, sat on a chair, and took out his mobile phone. He scrolled through the messages exchanged with Ki Young-han.
His face flushed slightly when he realized that the persistence in contacting him, the reason he had piled up messages until he got a reply, wasn’t just because he was persistent or had a crazy personality, but held another meaning.
“…….”
He had asked for time and to wait a little, but the thought of him and Ki Young-han dating like other people was strange even in imagination. Just because he said, “Let’s date,” would their relationship magically improve? They would surely bicker and then break up, saying, “Let’s break up.”
He didn’t know. It was a confusing night. Yoon Ye-jun rubbed his eyes and cheeks with his hands, then tapped the message input window.
Be careful┃
Be careful
Go home safely┃
Go home safely
Go home safely. Thanks for walking me home. ^^
As he tapped the keypad to send the message, a message came from Ki Young-han.
Ki Young-han, Department of Political Science and International Relations
I put ointment and bandages in your mailbox.
11:19 PM
Yoon Ye-jun stared intently at the message. Ointment and bandages. It didn’t suit him at all, but would it be strange if he thought it suited him oddly? He wasn’t a completely bad person. A smile formed on his lips, which had been still.
Ki Young-han, Department of Political Science and International Relations. Yoon Ye-jun’s gaze finally fell on the saved name. The saved name seemed a bit stiff. Without even thinking of replying, he changed the saved name first.
Ki Young-han.
He changed it for now, but he felt embarrassed, and wondered what he was doing. Biting his lip and twisting, he looked at the changed name, then tapped Ki Young-han’s profile picture. Forsythia. Come to think of it, he had used this picture once too. Back then, he hadn’t thought much of Ki Young-han copying his profile picture, but now that he thought about it, was that why he did it then?
Yoon Ye-jun modified the saved name once more, then sent a belated reply.
Me
Thanks. Young-han, go home safely. Thanks for today.
11:25 PM
And he stared intently at the contact saved as ‘Forsythia’. He had changed it to match the fact that it was saved as forsythia, but it really didn’t suit him. Forsythia is a flower that shines best in harmony with other flowers, rather than being alone, so would Ki Young-han mingle with others? He felt more like a rose than a forsythia. A rose with sharp thorns on its stem.
Yoon Ye-jun eventually laughed in exasperation.
“What am I doing?”
Even when dating, he rarely changed the names saved in his phone, so he found himself embarrassed by his own actions. He felt goosebumps rising. He finally edited his phone book again. Sparkle. A pop-up window appeared. It hadn’t been long since he sent his reply, but a message had arrived from Ki Young-han.
Ki Young-han
Yes.
11:25 PM
It was so like him.
Does anyone like Mondays?
In a cafe located within the College of Social Sciences building, Yoon Ye-jun was sipping an ice-cold americano that jolted him awake. Through the earphones connected to his mobile phone, a slow-tempo, sorrowful ballad was playing. It was purely Yoon Ye-jun’s taste.
“Haa…”
A heavy sigh escaped his lips. When would Kim Dong-hoon’s class end? He was the one who had contacted him to have lunch together, but it was Yoon Ye-jun who was waiting.
Yoon Ye-jun picked up his mobile phone, which he had carelessly tossed onto the table. At the very bottom of the chat window he had skipped, a message from Kim Jae-ui remained. He had sent a total of five messages from late dawn on Friday into Saturday until this morning.
In the last one, he had written, “[Ye-jun, you’re too much. We still had good times together.]” and made Yoon Ye-jun seem like the bad guy. Yoon Ye-jun naturally didn’t check it. He had no reason to.
Would Kim Jae-ui be the only reason for his distraction?
Tutoring, the beer house he was urgently asked to help out at on Saturday evening, the ointment he applied intermittently and the bandages that needed changing, and the storm of confessions he received from Ki Young-han.
He had thought it would be a quiet semester, but it was turning out to be a surprisingly more arduous end to the semester than any other.
Yoon Ye-jun stared blankly out the window.
Why was the weather like this again?
The sky, which had been bright when he came out, was now covered with dark, gloomy clouds. It looked like rain could pour down at any moment, and even if it did rain, it didn’t seem like it would stop easily.
He wished today could just pass by quietly.
He pressed his palms against his eyelids, which felt heavy with fatigue.
Perhaps today could be a decent day. He could just ignore Kim Jae-ui, and Ki Young-han…
“…….”
There had been no contact from Ki Young-han. It was an unexpected behavior for someone who had confessed with such trembling. If it were the usual Ki Young-han, he would have contacted him regardless of the situation, and would have pestered him until he got a reply, but he had been quiet this weekend.
Ki Young-han, who always treated him like sesame seeds being stir-fried on a hot pan, was silent as a mouse. That was both like him and unlike him. Conflicting emotions swirled.
Yoon Ye-jun took the straw out of his mouth. Drinking coffee made the caffeine circulate, and he felt a little better.
He tilted his head back, leaning his body against the sofa back. He gazed at the ceiling. As his body relaxed, one of the earphones hanging on his ear fell off, but it was okay because it was connected by a wire.
Most people used wireless Bluetooth earphones that didn’t require complicated wires, but Yoon Ye-jun found these more convenient. He preferred sitting still and untangling the twisted wires to charging them and carrying them separately.
As one earphone fell, various sounds mingled. The ballad drilling into his ear canal from the other earphone, the voices of students, typical of a campus cafe, and bright, recent pop songs that didn’t match the cafe’s atmosphere enveloped him.
“Oh, it’s raining.”
Someone at a nearby table said. Yoon Ye-jun brought his head back to its original position. He looked out the window. From the sky, which he had just thought was cloudy, thick raindrops were now falling one by one.
I didn’t bring an umbrella.
It was only about a five-minute walk from the College of Social Sciences to his dorm, but who would want to get caught in the rain? Yoon Ye-jun withdrew his gaze, which had been fixed on the window.
And when he turned his head forward.
“Why are you alone? Are you being bullied?”
Ki Young-han suddenly picked a fight.
At 26, what reason would he have to be bullied? Yoon Ye-jun just stared at Ki Young-han instead of answering. Ki Young-han, perhaps speaking without much thought, cocked one corner of his mouth and touched the corner of his eye with his free hand.
It was the original Ki Young-han. Coming at him with a fight, just like before.
Are you the one who confessed?
Yoon Ye-jun wanted to ask that. Ki Young-han maintained his arrogant tone, picking a fight with someone who was just sitting there.
“…….”
“…Why aren’t you saying anything.”
Ki Young-han asked. His confrontational and sarcastic tone was not a way to have a conversation.
Why are you alone?
It’s my business.
Are you being bullied?
Am I an elementary schooler?
He knew that a sarcastic reply was bound to come out, so he just stared blankly at Ki Young-han.
Yoon Ye-jun, instead, observed Ki Young-han’s expression. Was his eyes playing tricks on him, or did Ki Young-han’s face, which should always be filled with annoyance, prickliness, and tension, look unusually relaxed today? Ki Young-han’s strangely bright appearance made Yoon Ye-jun’s expression stiffen.
Surely he wasn’t happy to see him. Not unless he was crazy.
And as if to match his prediction, Ki Young-han smirked to himself, composing his expression, then sat down opposite Yoon Ye-jun.
“…What are you doing?”
Yoon Ye-jun, naturally, had to ask.
“Drinking coffee.”
That wasn’t what he meant to ask.
“No, why are you drinking it in front of me.”
“…….”
Finally, when asked directly, Ki Young-han put down his cup. Yoon Ye-jun waited for the answer that would come from Ki Young-han’s mouth. In the beginning, wasn’t he the type who would put his bag on the seat next to him because he didn’t like people sitting next to him, and snap at them not to greet him?
“I saw you sitting alone while passing by, so I came over.”
Ki Young-han said, surprisingly calmly. Yoon Ye-jun was left speechless by the blunt answer. The original Ki Young-han would have said, “What business is it of yours where I go?” and that would have been fitting for him. He couldn’t believe it.
“Me?”
Yoon Ye-jun eventually placed his hand on his chest. Ki Young-han, his legs not fitting the chair, crossed one leg and looked at Yoon Ye-jun, tilting his head and rolling his eyes. A nod. The gesture that came instead of an answer left him speechless.
“I did homework over the weekend.”
Then he said something he wasn’t asked. What is wrong with him… Feeling goosebumps, Yoon Ye-jun could only stare at Ki Young-han with a bewildered expression.
“…….”
“…….”
As there was no exchange of conversation, silence naturally ensued. Ki Young-han, looking at Yoon Ye-jun with calm eyes, ran his hand through his hair. Annoyance had replaced the rather bright expression he had moments ago.
“Don’t you know about communication? I told you. I did homework over the weekend.”
What am I supposed to do with that? Yoon Ye-jun barely swallowed the words that rose to his throat.
“Why are you wearing earphones when I’m talking to you.”
Flustered, Yoon Ye-jun removed the earphone he had only put in one ear. Ki Young-han, with a petulant face, put the earphones, which were carelessly placed on the table, into his ears. It was an outdated ballad. A song whose chorus he barely knew. Listening to this kind of song. He took the earphones out of his ears again.
Yoon Ye-jun felt awkward. Ki Young-han’s actions made him feel more embarrassed. He didn’t seem to realize that. After all, while everyone else was busy listening to happy and bright songs, he was listening to a rock ballad that sounded more like late autumn.
Unlike Yoon Ye-jun, who remained silent, Ki Young-han turned his gaze away and asked,
“What did you do over the weekend?”
“I worked part-time.”
“And your homework?”
“I did it.”
“Did you get a call from that guy?”
That seemed to be what he really wanted to ask. Yoon Ye-jun found it so absurd and incredibly cute that he couldn’t help but chuckle. Ki Young-han just stared at his face.
“Young-han, would I have not gotten a call? He caused trouble, after all.”
“…….”
“But I ignored all his calls. What’s the point of answering? It just makes me annoyed.”
After speaking, Yoon Ye-jun raised his left hand, which had a bandage on it, and showed it to Ki Young-han.
“Thanks for buying me ointment and bandages. I’m using them well.”
“…Thanks, but…”
“What?”
“Why didn’t you call over the weekend?”
“…….”
He was speechless. He had replied “Thanks,” and Ki Young-han had curtly replied, “Yes.” He didn’t think there was any need for further contact, and Ki Young-han hadn’t contacted him further, had he?
Yoon Ye-jun’s gaze lingered on Ki Young-han. Ki Young-han, meeting his eyes, smacked his lips and moved his lips. Then he vigorously uncrossed his legs and crossed them in the opposite direction.
“Should I have called?”
Yoon Ye-jun lowered himself to Ki Young-han’s eye level, as if talking to a child. Ki Young-han glanced sideways.
“Did you want me to call?”
“Yes, well…”
“…….”
“You said you liked me.”
He had fumbled his answer to the question of whether he wanted him to call, but he was confident when it came to his confession. He didn’t seem to care if people around them heard. Yoon Ye-jun quickly darted his eyes around. Perhaps because of the music, or perhaps because of the already chaotic atmosphere, no one was paying attention to their conversation.
“Don’t talk about that outside.”
“…….”
“You didn’t contact me either, so I didn’t. I was busy with my part-time job, too.”
Yoon Ye-jun spoke honestly. Then, his mouth felt dry, so he took a sip of coffee. Ki Young-han nodded in agreement.
“Then will you reply if I send you a message?”
“When have I ever ignored you?”
“You did.”
“That was…”
He didn’t care that he had made him angry, and he pushed the blame onto him. Yoon Ye-jun fumbled his words. Looking at him like this, he wondered if this was the same person who had confessed to him.
Was this the person who, on the day fireworks exploded overhead, kissed him and said he liked him? Now he was facing him with such a indifferent and annoyed expression. As if he wasn’t holding him back by force, with an expression of disinterest.
“I won’t ignore you anymore, and I’ll reply promptly.”
Yoon Ye-jun said with a gentle smile. His eyes met Ki Young-han’s. Ki Young-han’s eyes were full of intensity, as if sparks were about to fly. A faint wrinkle appeared on the bridge of his nose, and he wore an ambiguous expression that made it hard to tell if he was frowning or not. Then he dropped his head.
Watching Ki Young-han like that, Yoon Ye-jun turned his gaze away and looked out the window again. Thick raindrops poured down incessantly. It wasn’t even summer yet.
“It’s raining a lot.”
Yoon Ye-jun muttered to himself. In the blurred vision, Ki Young-han also looked out the window.
“It’s raining and all this crap. Annoying.”
He didn’t seem to like the rain.
Between classes, Ki Young-han looked out the window. Beyond the wet windowpane, Ki Young-han held back a breath he wanted to exhale deeply.
Normally, it might not have mattered. Because he had his car. But today, he didn’t.
Ki Young-han spent the weekend in a tangle of emotions. He resented Yoon Ye-jun’s lack of contact, and he had to pat his burning cheeks several times to calm himself down because of the foolish confession. He would kick the blankets wildly, then hold his phone, which had no new messages.
The most he could do was stare intently at Yoon Ye-jun’s profile picture or go to the campus portal site and gaze at Yoon Ye-jun’s name, who hadn’t submitted his assignment.
Not bringing his car to school was an extension of those emotions. His mind was so cluttered that he walked to school to get some fresh air. Lost in thought, he walked steadily and soon arrived at school. As he was debating whether to get coffee or not, Yoon Ye-jun, who was sitting alone by the cafe window, caught his eye.
After that, well. He went to Yoon Ye-jun. What difference would meeting make? He just spat out words, as he always did, and Yoon Ye-jun didn’t reciprocate. Then, it was time for Ki Young-han’s class, and Yoon Ye-jun said he was going to have lunch with his friends.
“Uh… because it’s raining… a funny story comes to mind. I wonder if students know it. On a day when a shower fell, a man was getting completely drenched. At that time, uh… a beautiful woman said, ‘Where are you going? Shall we share an umbrella?’ Uh… So, the man saw the beautiful… woman and felt it was fate… uh, he said he was going to the bus stop over there… and they went together, but upon arrival, he felt he couldn’t part with this woman like this, so he made the first offer. Uh… ‘Miss, as a thank you for sheltering me with your umbrella, which is fate, would you let me treat you to dinner?’ At that time, the woman smiled brightly and… said, ‘Hey, use the money you would have spent on dinner to buy yourself an umbrella.'”
The professor’s low-quality joke elicited low chuckles from only two out of the approximately twenty students in the lecture hall. Ki Young-han looked at the professor who told the unfunny joke, then buried his head on his desk.
Has he really lost his mind?
He couldn’t concentrate on the class at all. He ended up burying his cheek in his textbook. I’ve lived my whole life studying, but is this also because of Yoon Ye-jun? While blaming Yoon Ye-jun for no reason, he also shifted the blame, saying it was because of the senile professor’s joke. Then, he let out a low sigh. One way or another, it was ultimately his own fault. Why would that be? In truth, he knew the reason.
Ki Young-han took out his mobile phone, which he had placed neatly in the corner of his desk.
Me
What are you eating for lunch.
12:28 PM
He sent a message to Yoon Ye-jun. If he had sent it right after they broke up, he could have continued the conversation naturally, but now, anyone could tell he was someone who had searched for something to say before sending a message because he wanted to. But he couldn’t help it. Despite feeling humiliated and his self-esteem hitting rock bottom, Ki Young-han had already bowed his head.
It seems like it’s raining even harder.
Ki Young-han waited for Yoon Ye-jun’s reply, gazing out the window endlessly. The damp, humid weather felt just like his own heart. Is liking someone always this painful? Lost in his emotions, he looked out the window, then slyly lowered his gaze to his mobile phone.
After repeating this about three or four times, the screen lit up with a flash. Ki Young-han, unlike his usual self who would be languidly caught up in the mood, quickly grabbed his mobile phone.
Yoon Ye-jun
Dakgalbi. ^^
12:33 PM
A brief reply came back from Yoon Ye-jun. A photo followed. Chicken meat, mixed in a bright red sauce, was poured onto a griddle. It looked like there was more vegetable than meat. Who asked to see this kind of thing?
Pouting, Ki Young-han lowered the corners of his mouth and typed on the keypad.
Me
Send me your face.
12:34 PM
However, he regretted it soon after. Surely, if he sent a message, he should wait for the reply, but there was no further reply from Yoon Ye-jun. It was the moment he realized anew that he was the only one waiting and yearning. Is the person who always replied promptly acting like this? Ki Young-han grumbled and put down his mobile phone.
He was full of complaints. This was separate from confessing to Yoon Ye-jun. Since this was the first time he had liked someone, everything was clumsy and messy. What if he had liked someone who was a little more interested in him, someone who showed him some favor? Yoon Ye-jun had absolutely no interest in him, and was someone who only reacted with difficulty when pushed. Clearly, he was the one who was desperate.
“……”
Even if he grumbled inwardly like an old man, nothing would change.
He knew. He had never liked anyone until he was 24, and now that he suddenly had someone he liked, Yoon Ye-jun was a special person.
He knew that. But what could he do about his pride being hurt?
Ki Young-han rested his chin on one hand and looked out the window. This damned rain showed no signs of stopping. Hiding his displeased expression, the moment the mobile phone screen on his desk lit up, he clamped his grumbling lips shut and quickly picked up his mobile phone.
Yoon Ye-jun
Why my face?
12:42 PM
What am I supposed to do about it… I felt like I would throw up looking at dakgalbi…
Ki Young-han, who had even criticized dakgalbi, which he usually had no particular preference for, ultimately couldn’t send a reply. Hesitating, he finally put down his mobile phone. Biting his lip hard and glaring at the screen, he finally let out a deep sigh. Nothing was going right. Let alone studying, he was having trouble with daily life. Honestly, he felt a little wronged, resentful, and his pride was hurt, yet he couldn’t let go.
Contrary to his own mind, which had no intention of sending further replies, another message arrived. He didn’t even need to check the pop-up window. Timely, the professor, who was engrossed in the lecture, suggested taking a 20-minute break before continuing.
Ki Young-han lightly touched his mobile phone. He had no expectations. It couldn’t be Yoon Ye-jun anyway. He assumed it was one of those people who acted unnecessarily friendly towards him, and he looked at his mobile phone with an indifferent expression.
Yoon Ye-jun
(Photo)
12:46 PM
Filling the screen was Yoon Ye-jun, looking at the camera with a sheepish expression.
“……”
Ki Young-han was speechless.
Yoon Ye-jun
Is this enough?
12:47 PM
Another sentence came back from Yoon Ye-jun like a comment. Ki Young-han, unlike someone who had just been begging for a photo, replied briefly with “Yes.” He quietly slipped his mobile phone into his pocket. Then, he let out a deep breath. His heart was acting on its own.
So.
This was also a problem.
While he was alone, feeling wronged and stomping his feet because he was yearning for Yoon Ye-jun, he would get flustered by something trivial like this and feel as elated as if he were on a cloud.
As if to negate putting his mobile phone in his pocket, Ki Young-han quickly took it out again and carefully typed a message.
Me
Have a good lunch.
12:50 PM
Then, he jumped up from his seat. His face felt hot. He felt like he would just keep looking at his mobile phone if he stayed in the lecture hall, so he decided to go outside for now. Since the rain seemed to be getting heavier rather than stopping, it would be better to go buy an umbrella. He also thought that getting some fresh air outside might calm his flushed mood a little.
A crooked smile appeared on Ki Young-han’s lips. He couldn’t stop grinning. Knowing that what he was doing was strange even to himself, Ki Young-han wiped his lips with the back of his hand and then nudged the shoulder of Lee Yun-hak, who was sitting in front of him. The drowsy Lee Yun-hak turned around with a blank expression.
“Lee Yun-hak.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m going down to the convenience store, do you want anything to drink?”
Ah, honestly, he was excited.
So much so that it wouldn’t matter if his clothes got soaked in the pouring rain.
Yoon Ye-jun was standing in a corner of the convenience store. The umbrella stand, which should have been full, was empty.
“Jun, no umbrella?”
To Kim Dong-hoon’s question, Yoon Ye-jun turned his head and slowly nodded. It was a mistake to rely on friends for umbrellas, knowing it was raining. He had thought the rain would stop by the time he finished lunch and his class. However, contrary to his expectations, the rain had gotten heavier. It was supposed to be the time when the sun was shining brightly, but the world was dark as if it were 8 PM.
“You said you had class, right?”
“Yeah. I’d lend you an umbrella if it wasn’t for the general education building.”
“No, it’s fine. You go ahead. I’ll check if there are any spare umbrellas in the department office.”
Yoon Ye-jun nudged Kim Dong-hoon’s shoulder and turned around without hesitation. He should have bought one in the morning. What stubbornness made him try to ignore the rain pouring down as if the sky had a hole in it?
“Ha….”
Although he turned his back to go to the department office, there was no way there would be one. The department office, which lends umbrellas to students, was frequently visited by students on rainy days from morning.
If it’s only for a day or two, it’s better to just borrow one. Knowing he was a latecomer, he didn’t have high expectations. Still, just in case, he planned to go to the department office and ask if there were any spare umbrellas. It might even be better to just run home. He felt as if he were trapped in the Social Sciences building.
When he reached the floor with the department office, Yoon Ye-jun felt a slight tension. Near the department office were professors’ offices and the research room used by Kim Jae-ui. Now that he had come up, he belatedly thought, ‘What if I run into Kim Jae-ui?’
Of course, even if he ran into him now, he could handle it without being swayed. Besides, hadn’t he kept his distance? It was him who had stirred up the waves, making the attachment that clung to him like a barnacle on a rock finally fall off. Still, it was bothersome.
Yoon Ye-jun walked out with heavy steps. The air was heavier than usual due to the rain. He grabbed the doorknob of the department office and opened it. With a creaking sound, he looked up.
“Oppa, what’s wrong?”
It was a junior from the year below who was working as a teaching assistant. Yoon Ye-jun glanced at the blue trash can where spare umbrellas were usually kept. As expected, there were none.
“I went to the convenience store to buy an umbrella, but they didn’t have any. I was wondering if you had any spares.”
“Ah. The kids took them all. They were lining up to get them since this morning. If you had texted me, I would have set one aside for you.”
“No, that’s okay. Let’s grab a meal sometime. I’m leaving.”
“Yes.”
Yoon Ye-jun, who had politely said goodbye, was about to turn and leave when the TA called out.
“Oppa.”
The TA called out to Yoon Ye-jun. Yoon Ye-jun turned back lightly.
“After that incident with Jae-ui oppa, he’s acting incredibly pitiful. He got thoroughly scolded by the professor on the spot. Honestly, there were many eyes on him, and it was a situation where he could have been reported to the police.”
He had no intention of reporting Kim Jae-ui to the police. He didn’t want to get involved any further.
“But the professor can’t just dismiss him because he needs him, so that’s how it is. Anyway, it’s fortunate that you’re not saying anything. Is your hand okay?”
Yoon Ye-jun held up his left hand. He lightly clenched and unclenched his fist.
“It’s fine.”
He smiled faintly.
“Then I’ll be going. See you next time.”
“Yes, please go in.”
He came out calmly, but the moment he closed the door, Yoon Ye-jun’s face slowly cooled. He looked down at his hand. It wasn’t a severe burn; there were no blisters. It was about time to take them off.
Yoon Ye-jun slowly removed the bandages he had applied along his palm, the back of his hand, and the side of his hand. Then, he threw them into the trash can in front of him. Awkwardly, he stroked his palm with the fingers of the same hand.
“Anyway….”
Since he couldn’t find an umbrella, he had no choice but to go out in the rain. If he hadn’t wasted time wandering around the convenience store and the department office, he would be home by now, showering and lying down.
He went down to the first floor via the stairs and stood at the entrance lobby. Everyone else had umbrellas. It was rare to see someone without one. For Yoon Ye-jun, who had come out early, it was just a shower, but it seemed different for others.
Let’s go.
As he hardened his resolve and took a large step forward as if about to run, it happened.
“……!”
His body was supposed to move forward, using his outstretched leg as a springboard, but his back was held, preventing him from moving. Yoon Ye-jun turned his head to see the face of the person who had suddenly grabbed his collar from behind.
“What are you doing?”
It was Ki Young-han again.
Ki Young-han kept appearing, and always when he was in a difficult or awkward situation, like a puzzle piece. Yoon Ye-jun stared blankly at Ki Young-han, then stepped back to stand facing him.
“You’re going to go out in the rain?”
“Uh, yeah… I don’t have an umbrella.”
“You can buy one at the convenience store.”
“They didn’t have any.”
“I bought one.”
Ki Young-han held up the black long umbrella in his hand. Showing off. Yoon Ye-jun narrowed his eyes. Seeing Yoon Ye-jun gazing at his face, Ki Young-han looked away. Why is he staring at me like that? Grumbling followed naturally.
“Where are you going?”
“Ah, I’m going home.”
The department building for his next class and Yoon Ye-jun’s home were in opposite directions. Ki Young-han pondered for a moment. The route he usually took leisurely by car would be a hardship today, walking in the rain. Couldn’t he skip it for a day? Should he offer to give him a ride?
However, unlike Ki Young-han’s fleeting thoughts, Yoon Ye-jun asked indifferently.
“You have class, right?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
It was just a guess. To go to Ki Young-han’s house, it was closer to go out the door on the opposite side from here and head to the main road, so it was strange that he was standing by the door leading towards the campus. And sure enough, as if to prove he was lying, Ki Young-han poked his nose. Whether he was simple or naive, Yoon Ye-jun smiled awkwardly at Ki Young-han, who couldn’t lie.
“Where are you going?”
“To the Business School.”
“Double major?”
“No. Elective.”
“I see. Go on then.”
It felt a bit much to keep him there, as his class was about to start. He couldn’t ask for a ride, and would Ki Young-han even give him one? Yoon Ye-jun waved his hand as if saying goodbye. Ki Young-han, who he thought would confidently open his umbrella and leave, stood there like a stone statue.
Yoon Ye-jun glanced sideways. Why is he standing here without leaving? Ki Young-han’s face was turning red. “Shit….” He even swore out of the blue, so Yoon Ye-jun wondered what was going on.
“You could have asked me to give you a ride or lend you an umbrella.”
“No….”
You have class, right? Yoon Ye-jun couldn’t properly respond because Ki Young-han was suddenly angry at him.
“Why do you make people worry so much?”
“……”
It was just him taking out his frustration on him. He hadn’t made him worry. Even if he did cause concern, it was Ki Young-han who was worrying about him alone.
Yoon Ye-jun looked at Ki Young-han, who was speaking so casually, as if he hadn’t confessed his feelings.
“Ah, really….”
Ki Young-han muttered to himself, biting his lip, then suddenly turned to Yoon Ye-jun.
“……”
“…Why are you glaring at me?”
Yoon Ye-jun asked cautiously. The person whose eyes were sharp and keen had confessed his love to him just a few days ago. That memory felt hazy, as if it were a dream.
The sound of rain pouring from the sky and wetting the ground was quite loud.
Ki Young-han silently bit his lip. What is he going to say now? Yoon Ye-jun looked around. It was just before class, and they were standing at the entrance, so there was no one nearby.
It’s almost time for class. He thought he should go, but then… Ki Young-han threw the umbrella he was holding at Yoon Ye-jun.
“I’m leaving.”
Then he ran off alone, plunging into the rain. Yoon Ye-jun, holding the umbrella he had received, watched Ki Young-han’s retreating figure running towards the Business School.
Is he giving me his umbrella…?
Why…?
Even though he seemed to hate the rain.
Could it be.
‘I like you…’
Yoon Ye-jun looked down at the umbrella in his arms with a complex expression. Ki Young-han was the one getting wet, and he was holding the umbrella he had given him. It was something he couldn’t have imagined even five minutes ago.
So, even if Ki Young-han liked him, there was still his nature. He thought Ki Young-han wouldn’t do anything that would put him at a disadvantage, even if he liked someone.
“……”
If his current actions were unexpected, how had he viewed Ki Young-han until now? Although he hadn’t ignored him, he had often seen selfishness in his personality, which he had accepted as unavoidable.
Yoon Ye-jun felt a little strange. The great Ki Young-han, who hated getting wet, personally handed him an umbrella, and he ran off in the rain. The more he analyzed the meaning of his actions, the more his expression crumpled. He tightened his grip on the umbrella. In truth, he didn’t know what kind of expression to wear.
Why are they turning on the air conditioner from mid-May?
Ki Young-han glared at the air conditioner attached to the ceiling and lowered his head. Perhaps because his sense of smell had become sensitive due to the humidity, the lecture hall smelled strongly of sourness. Should wash more often. Ki Young-han covered his nose and hunched over.
Being stuck in a corner, completely soaked, felt sticky and unpleasant. His body shivered. He hoped he wouldn’t catch a cold. If he did, he felt he would get even angrier at himself. Catching a cold just from lending an umbrella and getting a little wet was unacceptable. Still, just in case, he planned to call a taxi when he went home.
I shouldn’t have lent him the umbrella.
Ki Young-han frowned and regretted it. There were many reasons why he didn’t consider others, but the biggest was that there were many ungrateful people. It was the same now. Even though he had lent Yoon Ye-jun his umbrella, he hadn’t sent a single word of thanks.
This is why it’s all for nothing. Shouldn’t he have said thank you? Of course, he hadn’t asked to borrow it, and Ki Young-han had forced the umbrella upon him, but it was still annoying.
For the 1 hour and 30 minutes of class, he couldn’t concentrate properly, shivering and just killing time. He was annoyed about being late, annoyed about sitting there feeling sticky in the corner, and annoyed that his whole body was cold from the air conditioner while only his head felt lukewarmly hot.
Unable to study, Ki Young-han installed the Call Taxi Application, which he had never used before. He had half-listened to the lecture, but fortunately, he had turned on the recorder. He would listen to it at home and organize it separately. The current professor usually read and explained printed materials, so it wasn’t too difficult to not pay attention to the lecture.
Kyung-han, who had been distant from concentration the whole time, heard the professor say, ‘Let’s end today’s class.’I was only able to go outside when the students quietly started to get up, not even hearing the sound of ‘let’s go.’ However, I felt lost even after coming out. While all the students had an umbrella in their hands, Ki Young-han had nothing.
He came down the stairs slowly, sniffing with a cold lingering in his body.
It was an action that I couldn’t understand no matter how much I thought about it. To be honest, it is true that I ‘unnecessarily’ lent an umbrella to Yoon Ye-jun. What is there to find beautiful about a person who doesn’t even say a word of thanks. However, at that time, it was the best option.
It might be better for me to get caught in the rain. It might be a little better for me to get wet in the rain than to walk around looking like a drenched mouse, which has become an example of the altruistic spirit that rarely shows itself in Ki Young-han’s life.
I never thought that such conflicting emotions would exist within me, and while I felt pathetic about myself, I also realized that there was nothing I could do about it.
He came down to the first floor and left through the front door without hesitation. I took my hand out of my pocket and picked up my phone. I opened the taxi application that I had set up during class and, adjusting various things, I raised my head without thinking much. Ki Young-han’s body trembled slightly at the same time.
“…….A familiar person was standing at the entrance. He was standing at the edge of the entrance, tilting his head back and looking at the rainy sky. He slowly blinked twice and lowered his head. Then, after rolling their eyes towards me, who was staring intently, they subtly turned their head away.
“Young-han.”It was Yoon Ye-jun. I couldn’t understand why Yoon Ye-jun, who should definitely be at home lounging around with the umbrella I gave him, was here. Could it be that I saw it wrong?
However, I cannot be mistaken about Yoon Ye-jun coming closer to me.
Yoon Ye-jun approached Ki Young-han with a warm smile always on his face. Each hand held an umbrella.
“Why are you coming out so late?””
“…….I was so anxious that I thought I might die, wondering if I would come out through another door.”Yoon Ye-jun spoke while maintaining a calm smile.” Ki Young-han pressed his lips together. It felt like receiving a surprise gift. Ki Young-han’s heart was pounding so hard that he slightly furrowed his brow in nervousness. After a brief silence, I spoke first.
“Why did you come?”
“Have you been waiting for me to come out until now?”
Since when? Why? Ki Young-han had many questions he wanted to ask, but for now, he held back.
“To bring an umbrella.” Well written. Everything wet has dried. Aren’t you cold?Yoon Ye-jun lightly hit Ki Young-han-han’s arm and handed him the umbrella he was holding. With a blank expression, Ki Young-han, who had taken the umbrella, became even more heated.
It seemed like I was catching a cold, probably because I went straight into the air conditioning after getting wet in the rain. It was comforting to believe that way. Because of Yoon Ye-jun, who waited for me at a moment I didn’t even expect, my cheeks turned red, and I couldn’t say that I felt flustered.
“Young-han.”
“Why?”
“I replied curtly without even realizing it.”
Thank you for lending me your umbrella earlier. Where is it that you run alone like that? If you were going to lend me an umbrella, there was also a way for me to take you home.”Ah….Unlike Yoon Ye-jun, who presented the plan calmly, Ki Young-han was confused. Like a fool. I never even thought of that. Yoon Ye-jun will not know. At that time, I just wished that Yoon Ye-jun wouldn’t get caught in the rain. It didn’t matter whether I was right or wrong.
“Let’s go eat rice.” I will buy you something delicious.Yoon Ye-jun has distanced herself from Ki Young-han. Ki Young-han, who was chasing after the retreating Yoon Ye-jun, tilted his head and asked.
“Aren’t you going to your part-time job today?”
“I won’t go today because you covered for me over the weekend.”
“…Then let’s go to my house.”
Ki Young-han decided to rely on Yoon Ye-jun’s kindness. Even though my pride is hurt and I have to bend to him, Yoon Ye-jun is a kind person, so he won’t harshly dismiss me.
Yoon Ye-jun was thought to be a person like pouring rain. Because you are the person who cools me down and calms me, easily igniting my temper and always living on my own terms.
“Okay.”
Yoon Ye-jun responded with a smile once again. Anyway, an annoying person. Ki Young-han furrowed his brow strongly and turned his head to the opposite side. Perhaps I think that the feelings I have for Yoon Ye-jun might surprisingly last a long time.