2.02 ;; lee byounggon

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When I got off the bus and grabbed my duffel bag, I proceeded to try and stay a part of the clump of people. Usually, I'd stand on my own, but Seojun was already leering at me. I didn't want to risk another... last year.

The person I ended up standing next to looked at me. His duffel was oddly full, almost like it was overstuffed. "Um, hi."

"Hi." I knew this formula; this was a way of asking for a name without doing it first. "I'm Kim Seunghun. It's my fourth year here."

"Lee Byounggon." He smiled, and, god, it was so beautiful that I had to smile back. "It's my first year here. And probably my last."

I wanted to ask what that meant, but I could read his tone. Even if I had wanted to pop out a question, I would've been cut off.

"Your smile is really pretty."

"Oh." That was exactly what I was thinking about Byounggon. "I was going to say the same thing."

Byounggon smiled again, this one not as wide, but still able to sweep me off my feet. I was happy that we wouldn't continue the conversation solely because Seojun was talking. I noted that I should probably talk to him later, though. He was nice.

My happiness was short-lived, however. I caught sight of Soobin in the corner, looking at me suspiciously. He was the only person who knew a piece of what happened to me last year, but I'm pretty sure he took is as consensual and thought I was gay. Nothing wrong with that, obviously, but that wasn't what happened.

Ugh, I didn't want to think about it any more. Seojun had always been able to read my expressions, so he was eyeing me again as he had last year. If only I had the heart to tell my parents what he did to me, because maybe I wouldn't have to see him ever again.

Too late.

Even while Seojun was lecturing everyone, his eyes were on me. God, he's creepy. They flitted away for a moment to look at someone else, but I could never follow them quickly enough before they were on me again. Byounggon must've noticed my fear, because he squeezed by hand and left it at that.

𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 (𝟭-𝟲). ❥ cix.Where stories live. Discover now