Confession Game | Jeon Wonwoo

HATE: 01

i, confession.
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"WHERE IS HE?" I tap my foot at the moist ground impatiently while regularly opening my phone to check the time or wait for his message, but it looks like he slept late again. 

I could only exhale, my patience wearing thin. Despite my scolding, he remains the same. He opts to sleep in his gaming chair instead of his bed.

"Hey, student! Who are you waiting there for? It's near school time."

Glancing to my left, I notice a teacher frowning, clad in a tracksuit, clutching rolled papers and with a stopwatch draped around his neck. He's the quintessential gatekeeper, notorious for his strictness; they say he'll give you a tough time if you step into school without 'discipline'.

But I did bring mine, I just forgot to bring the other one. 

My self-regard.

With tight lips and a stiff smile, I offered no other response as he stared at me—likely restraining himself from striking me right then and there. Before he could utter a single word, his frown deepened upon hearing a loud voice.

" SORRYY!"

I closed my eyes in exasperation before meeting his grinning face, who screams of 'please forgive me'

The teacher in his tracksuit pinched his forehead, like a headache finally creeping on him and will probably taunt him the moment the clock ticks 8. 

" Just get in!" he commanded.

I clasped his wrist and bowed in respect before dashing into the school grounds. I could sense the stares—or more accurately, glares—from the girls, indignant that I had touched their beloved crush's skin. In their minds, they're probably flaying me alive. They're the unlucky, delusional ones, and I'm the fortunate one.

" Care to explain why you slept late again?" I asked, finally letting go of his wrist. 

" The hyungs invited me in a sleepover. You know they're already working and probably won't have time for us again. So, I agreed, " he responded with a pout.

I feel the urge to be upset with him, yet I realize I don't have that right. So, I simply nod in understanding and allow him to share stories of their boys' night out. Despite myself, I smile at the joy in his face as he rambles on. He reminds me of an excited puppy, eagerly recounting his joy from playing with his peers in the park.

I'm curious if he's also like that to his friends when talking about the person he likes. If he is, his future girlfriend is lucky. I smiled bitterly at that thought and held the door to open, but to my surprise, it opened from the inside.

Revealing him.

I paused at the door, feeling like a glitched character in a game, unsure whether to step left or right as he mirrored my movements, effectively blocking my path. Taking a deep breath to maintain my composure, I met his icy stare, and though he hadn't spoken a word, I could almost hear him cursing me in his silence.