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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wooyoung didn't know what kind of reaction he'd expected from san, who always seemed to switch between three distinct emotions—playfulness, anger, and pure, soul-crushing monotony. honestly, it was like watching a tv stuck on three channels: a prank show, an angry sports commentator, and a documentary about drying paint.
when wooyoung broke the news, san's laughter faded, though traces of amusement still lingered on his face—probably because he'd had his fun messing with wooyoung. but then, out of nowhere, san casually slung an arm over wooyoung's shoulders, a gesture so normal, yet somehow it still managed to catch wooyoung off guard. in a situation this dire, how could san be so... casual?
wooyoung's mind raced. casual? casual?! there was nothing casual about this situation!
given the circumstances, wooyoung felt like he was internally screaming, set on fire, and doing taxes all at once. casual was the last thing san should've been! his reputation, already a train wreck sliding down a hill, had just taken another plunge. this piece of gossip about san's potential fling should've been no one's business—should've—but naturally, everyone was convinced that san was a two-timing villain straight out of a soap opera.
if wooyoung were in their shoes (which he once proudly wore), he probably would've added fuel to the fire too. who was he kidding? he would've brought marshmallows.
but now, as he stared at the attached picture on his screen—san and yoona at the club, with yoona whispering something in san's ear while he leaned in to listen—wooyoung could only hope for one thing: that it meant nothing.
for the sake of san's reputation, of course.
he peeked up at san, wondering if reality had hit him yet—apparently, it had not. san's lips were slightly parted as he slowly scrolled through the gossip post, looking almost... bored? wooyoung frowned. seriously? was this guy some kind of unbothered deity, completely detached from the mortal plane? or was he just a professional at pretending this didn't bother him? either way, wooyoung was about two seconds away from shaking him.
growing increasingly aware of the weight of san's arm around his shoulders (seriously, was it getting heavier?), wooyoung bit his lip, trying to contain his nosiness for at least another ten seconds. but alas, curiosity claimed its victory.
"is it true?" he asked, the words slipping out way too hesitantly for his liking.
it was a stupid question, really.
there was a picture attached, clear evidence right there—so what was wooyoung actually hoping to uncover? what 'truth' was he fishing for?
the truth was right there in black and white, and wooyoung knew he shouldn't be poking at it. but his curiosity was relentless, not just for the sake of gossip. was he really this invested in san's personal life?
as soon as the nosy question left his mouth, san turned to him, their proximity making wooyoung hyper-aware of every millimetre between them. again. how did they keep ending up this close?
