at shinhwa university, two students dominate their respective circles.
san, a popular and talented computer engineering major known for his chivalry and skill, and wooyoung, the arts student and outgoing gossip enthusiast who has his finger on the p...
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what was this?
what was this threatening, almost suffocating heat emanating from san's gaze?
it was more than just a look; it was an aura that seemed to pierce right through wooyoung's very soul.
was it anger? a murderous intent? or something far worse—kindness that was so overwhelming it felt like a punishment?
wooyoung's entire body went rigid, every muscle tensing to the point of pain. his jaw clenched as he watched the look of amusement rapidly drain from san's face, replaced by an emotion that seemed to suck out the very warmth from the air around them. this was no ordinary glare; it was a searing, unyielding force that bore down on him like a physical weight, suffocating him with its intensity.
in that instant, wooyoung's life flashed before his eyes—a chaotic montage of mistakes, regrets, and now, the looming possibility of a gruesome end. the heart he'd carried with him so recklessly, seemingly always on the verge of breaking, felt like it had stopped altogether as he stared into the abyss that was san's eyes. the unforgiving heat of his glare was enough to halt even time itself.
now that he was truly cornered, with nowhere to run as his back was pressed against the cold, unyielding railing, wooyoung's thoughts spiralled into panic. he only had one option left—think about who he would curse and take down with him if this was truly the end. definitely not yeosang; he had tried to stop wooyoung's reckless behaviour at least a dozen times. but hongjoong and jongho? oh, they were prime candidates. after all, they were the ones who had practically set him up, exploiting his natural penchant for gossip.
the more wooyoung thought about it, the more jongho seemed like the perfect choice. jongho, who had been the first to relay the juicy bit of gossip, fully aware that wooyoung couldn't handle such information with care, and then had the audacity to suggest wooyoung tell san it was all his fault?!
the nerve!
sure, jongho was a good friend at times, but his intelligence? lacking—severely. and now, with wooyoung's life seconds away from being snuffed out, there was no excuse, no justification. not when the end was so close.
san took a slow, calculated step toward him, the kind that made wooyoung's blood run cold.
wooyoung could barely breathe, let alone think of escape.
san's voice was like a death knell, low and menacing. "what did you just say?"
wooyoung's response was immediate, his words tumbling out in a frantic, desperate rush. "i'm sorry! i didn't mean to do it, i swear to god! i have nothing against you, and i know i'm an atheist but i still genuinely mean it, like, with all my heart! if i'm honest, i kinda agree with everyone who says i have a nasty tongue because i always get others in trouble, but it's really not the way i want to live! i swear i have the heart of a saint, but my tongue—it has a brain of its own! i'm seriously considering an exorcism, but then again, i'm a—"
