𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩: 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚.
In an upscale private academy known for its strict adherence to tradition and conservative dress codes, Wooyoung stands out-not just for his bright personality but for his bold fashion choices...
The days had blurred together since I last spoke to San over messages. Despite our exchanges, I still couldn't bring myself to mention the results. The weight of the truth sat heavy on me, and the thought of sharing it terrified me. I kept trying to find the right moment, but it always felt like the wrong time. Maybe I was overreacting, I would tell myself. But the fear of being judged—or worse, abandoned—was very real. More real than anything I had faced before.
I sat under the blankets, staring at the papers on my lap. Lost in thought, the knock on the door startled me back to the present. I looked up to see Yeosang peeking in, his face filled with concern. Quickly, I folded the results and slipped them onto the nightstand, hoping he hadn't noticed.
"There's someone to see you," he said softly, and I raised an eyebrow, confused. Before I could ask who, he stepped aside, and in walked Mr. and Mrs. Choi.
My breath caught in my throat, and I immediately tensed, shifting uncomfortably under the covers. I hadn't expected this—hadn't prepared for it. Their presence in the room brought a wave of guilt crashing down on me, the memories of everything that had happened at their mansion resurfacing. The secrecy, the intimacy with San in their home, and the way it all unraveled—it felt like too much, all at once.
Mrs. Choi's gaze softened as she walked in, while Mr. Choi stood a little further back, observing quietly. They both looked concerned, which only made my anxiety spike higher. Why were they here? Did they know about the test results? Or was this about everything that had happened between San and me?
"Wooyoung," Mrs. Choi started gently, her voice kind but cautious, "we wanted to check on you. We heard you've been unwell, and... well, we haven't had the chance to speak since everything that happened."
I swallowed hard, sitting up a little straighter as I tried to gauge their intentions. "I... I'm fine," I said, though my voice came out smaller than I intended.
Mr. Choi, noticing my discomfort, stepped forward, his expression softening. "We wanted to apologize," he said, surprising me. "For everything. We didn't handle things well, and it's been weighing on us. We misjudged you. You've been through a lot, and I'm sorry for any part we played in making that harder."
His words hung in the air, and I didn't know what to say. I had been bracing for judgment, for some kind of confrontation—but this? An apology? It caught me off guard.
Mrs. Choi took a seat at the edge of the bed, her eyes searching mine. "We know what happened with Seonjun, and we understand now just how much you've been dealing with. We were blind to it before, but we're not anymore. San explained everything. We're so sorry you had to face that."
