When you say my name -Wooyoung

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴠɪɪ:𝒲𝑜𝑜𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔

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The shabby little bookstore, recommended by Seonghwa's professor, was more than just a place to find books of all kinds; it also kept school supplies on hand for students who needed quick access to them. Seonghwa's primary objective was to purchase a couple of architecture books for his major, while the rest of the group, myself included, had no specific agenda and simply tagged along. As Jongho and Hwa ventured off from the group, I couldn't help but notice the pairs of eyes staring at us as we talked, and I realized that we were perhaps making quite the commotion as we entered.

Among the bustling store, my eyes landed on a male sitting close to the back, who appeared to be upset about something. His scowl caught my attention, and I couldn't help but feel a mixture of wanting to wipe it away and make it worse. I chose the latter, approaching him and pretending to browse the books, all the while reading every title that caught my eye.

The male's eyes remained focused on me and my friends, and when he finally spoke, his words were laced with frustration. "You do realize how annoying it is to listen to your obnoxious voices, right?" he said, his arms crossed over his chest. The rest of my group, unfazed by his comment, continued their loud conversation.

The male pressed on, "There are plenty of people here trying to read or work on homework, and you and your friends are treating the place like it's a frat house. If you used an acceptable volume, that would be a different case." My anger flared, and I retorted, "Do you own the place? Because it doesn't look that way to me."

As we glared at each other, I couldn't help but study his attractive features. He was undeniably good-looking, and it was causing quite the internal conflict. Despite my annoyance, I couldn't resist the urge to challenge his statement. "It doesn't matter if you own the place or not. Respect the space," he said. I scoffed and decided to walk away from the argument, muttering, "Whatever. Have fun being an ass."

As I rejoined my friends, I couldn't shake the feeling that he was watching me. Perhaps it was because of the heated exchange between us, or maybe because he also found me as attractive as I found him. I couldn't help but wonder as I glanced back at him, my curiosity piqued.

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