"I'm going to be at school every day from today."
"Are you going to do the night self-study too?"
"Yeah." The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0/v3l--B1n.
Dae-han held a workbook in his hand. To be honest, I've never seen Lim Dae-han carry a bag to school with him. Even today, he wasn't carrying a bag, but I noticed he had a workbook with him. It's a huge improvement.
"This."
Lim Dae-han reached into his pocket for a drink and held it out. It was a drink that came in a square pack. I hesitated to take the drink. He never gets tired of doing it. He refused to accept anything when I tried to buy him something. When I tried not to accept the drink, he looked at me with wide-eyed and irritated eyes, so I had no choice but to accept it.
And it went on its way naturally. Dae-han would surprise me by tapping me on the shoulder. "Argh!" I exclaimed. I screamed and leaned forward as if I were going to fall. Fortunately, Dae-han grabbed my bag strap and helped me stand up straight.
"Why are you so weak?"
It wasn't because I'm weak; it was because Dae-han is strong.
When I arrived at school, my classmates gave me and Dae-han strange looks. When I noticed their stares, they pretended not to notice and turned away. Rumors began to spread. There were rumors that Dae-han was bullying me.
When you think about it, it was somewhat plausible. Even though I was far away from Dae-han, we began to always be together at a certain point. We ate lunch together, ate dinner together, and sometimes studied together during the night self study.
When Lim Dae-han touched my shoulder or grabbed my wrist under the guise of static electricity, I couldn't help but grumble. Even if I told him to stop, he just stared at me.
... Was he simply trying to annoy me?
Lately, I've been thinking about this.
Lim Dae-han's seat is at the far end of the window. And I'm in the middle of the second division. This was the position I had been sticking to since the beginning of the semester. Our homeroom teacher was not the type of person who was relaxed or enthusiastic enough to set a seat for students once a month or once a week.
The number of times we change seats in a semester is up to our homeroom teacher's discretion, so our class has been the same since the beginning of the semester due to the teacher's boredom. As a result of that, students were free to switch seats at any time.
As soon as I entered the classroom, Lim Dae-han left his seat and approached me.
"You're here."
Lim Dae-han said to my deskmate while I was chatting with him.
"Hyun-il-ah."
My deskmate's name wasn't Hyun-il, but Seok-il. Park Seok-il.
"Let's change seats with me."
"... Until when?"
Contrary to how my deskmate used to speak to me, he responded cautiously. Lim Dae-han closed his eyes slowly and then opened them. The look on his eyes wasn't boring but rather sexy... I didn't know what to say. But, he's still only 18 years old!
"Can't you just hold on to the change forever? Ki Young-hyun is helping me in my studies."
"Oh, I don't want to..."
My deskmate clearly enjoyed sitting next to me. He simply said no to Dae-han. He didn't seem to want to change it at all, even if he could do so for an hour or two during palm time. As expected, Seok-il. He was quite a guy.
BINABASA MO ANG
Please, Go Out With Me!
Fanfiction"Let's slowly become adults." Young-hyun, who was in school, suffered from the heat and had to leave early. He runs across Dae-han, a well-known bully in the alley on his way home. Young-hyun, who is afraid of him, attempts to walk pass him as if he...
