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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was he an asshole, or was he not?
wooyoung found himself wrestling with this question, sprawled out on his dorm bed in the dim, almost stifling, embrace of his room. the place offered little comfort, especially after his so-called disagreement with yeosang—though, to be fair, it wasn't much of a disagreement. more like an awkward standoff where nobody actually disagreed, but somehow, tension still managed to hang in the air like an uninvited guest. yeosang had finally returned to the dorm in complete silence, pulling the classic 'i'm not mad, just disappointed' move, and went straight to bed without a word. that left wooyoung alone with his thoughts. and his thoughts were a total mess.
evening had come and gone, and by now, san was probably at the gaming cafe, furiously clicking away at his keyboard and probably winning more virtual battles than anyone had a right to. wooyoung knew this because he'd spent a good five minutes peeking out of his dorm earlier, just to confirm that, yes, san was leaving alone again. like clockwork.
now, the dorm was dark, except for the eerie glow of his laptop screen and the light of the streetlamp filtering through the open window. wooyoung sat cross-legged on his bed, laptop perched in front of him, displaying the latest scandalous update from gossip queen.
the girl was on fire lately, dropping bombs left and right, and today was no exception. her latest victim was someone from the arts faculty, and jina had practically blown up his phone the moment the post went live, dragging him back into the world of campus gossip. but despite the urgency, wooyoung couldn't focus. his mind was stuck in a loop, obsessing over someone else entirely.
his gaze drifted down to the empty mango juice carton in his hand. he'd drained it hours ago, back when the sun was still lingering on the horizon, yet he hadn't let it go. the carton was a symbol of his confusion, a tactile reminder of the enigma that was choi san. why did san behave the way he did?
just when wooyoung had finally decided that san was nothing more than a jerk with a nice face and a few too many muscles, the guy had to go and mess with his carefully crafted theory by doing something almost... decent. like offering juice to the raisin-looking wooyoung who seemed to be held together by sheer willpower and a couple of loose screws. sure, it wasn't anything monumental, but it was enough to make wooyoung question his earlier judgment.
was san just a morally conflicted jerk? or was he hiding a secret soft spot behind all that brooding and angry gaming? and why, after everything wooyoung had done to screw up his life, did san still bother to be even remotely civil? the questions spun around in wooyoung's head like a carousel, each one more confusing than the last.
with a resigned sigh, wooyoung finally set the carton down and pulled his laptop onto his lap. gossip queen's latest post was staring back at him, almost taunting him with its juicy details. this wasn't just any random gossip; this was something he hadn't heard before. and that was a serious problem because if there was one thing wooyoung prided himself on, it was having his finger on the pulse of campus gossip.
