𝘚𝘱𝘶𝘳

5.

In the quiet of the morning, Yeonjun found himself drawn to the window. Pulling back the curtains, he was greeted by a view of the campus waking up, sunlight painting the skyline in hues of gold and pink. It was a serene moment amidst the storm of his thoughts, a reminder that life continued beyond the confines of his own uncertainties.

As Yeonjun stood by the window, his mind buzzing with thoughts, he acknowledged that the day ahead promised more uncertainty than clarity. Yet, in that tranquil moment, he granted himself a pause to absorb the calm of this unfamiliar yet oddly reassuring space. The sunlight filtering through the curtains cast gentle shadows across the room, adding to the serenity of the morning.

Feeling a sense of resolve tinged with curiosity, Yeonjun reached for his phone resting on the nightstand. He hesitated briefly before composing a message to Soobin:

"I'm awake."

Sending the text felt like a small step into the unknown, a tentative gesture towards understanding the implications of the previous night. Yeonjun couldn't predict Soobin's response or foresee where their connection might lead, but he was willing to confront it, one moment at a time.
"Wait, you slept in his bed!?" Kazzie exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Yeah, and it was the best bed I've slept in, like, ever," Yeonjun replied with a faint smile, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

"Damn, and he beat up Thomas for you?" Kazzie continued, her tone a mix of disbelief and intrigue.

Yeonjun nodded slowly, a contemplative look crossing his face. "Yeah, he did," he admitted, still processing the events of the previous night.

"And you hate him?" Kazzie pressed, her curiosity evident.

Yeonjun sighed, massaging his temples lightly. "Can you stop asking me questions? I'm still hungover," he groaned, feeling the lingering effects of the alcohol.

"Guess we'll find out," Kazzie said with a shrug, her expression thoughtful as she considered the complexities of Yeonjun's situation.

As the day began on campus, Yeonjun found himself walking through the familiar paths, though today they seemed more daunting than usual. The events of the previous night still lingered heavily in his mind, casting a shadow over his thoughts. He had exchanged a few texts with Soobin earlier, but the uncertainty of their relationship gnawed at him.

The campus buzzed with activity as students hurried to their classes or gathered in small groups on the lawns. Yeonjun observed them with a mix of detachment and curiosity, his mind drifting back to the comfortable bed he had woken up in that morning.

He decided to head to the library, seeking solace in the quiet corners among the rows of books. It was a place where he could gather his thoughts without the distractions of campus life. As he walked through the aisles, he pulled out his phone to check for any messages.

A notification blinked on the screen—a message from Soobin: "Meet me at our spot after your classes. We need to talk."

Yeonjun sighed, his heart sinking with apprehension. He replied with a simple "Okay," not knowing what to expect but feeling compelled to confront the uncertainties between them.

The day stretched ahead of him, filled with classes and the mundane routines of campus life. Yet underneath the surface, a sense of anticipation and unease lingered, as Yeonjun navigated through the day with a mixture of reluctance and curiosity about what awaited him at "their spot."

As Yeonjun sat through his classes, his mind drifted between the lecture material and thoughts of Soobin. He couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in his stomach ever since their encounter the previous night. Each passing minute seemed to stretch into eternity as he waited for the day to end and the appointed time to meet Soobin.