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 had little hope that san would allow him to accompany him to an awards ceremony of all things. first of all, they—san, yoona, and whoever else yoona was referring to when she said 'we'—were already in a rush to leave. wooyoung, dressed in a shirt and sweatpants, was in no attire suitable for awards ceremonies, no matter how prestigious or casual they were.
but alas, here he was, crammed into a van not nearly spacious enough for the people travelling in it. if he were to be sandwiched, he'd have much preferred gasping for air between san and the van's door. instead, he was stuck between blondie and redhead.
wooyoung, who paid little attention to things that concerned him and much more to things that didn't, remained blissfully unaware of most of the people he was currently sharing this vehicle with. according to blondie, everyone except san and yoona were fine arts majors, just like wooyoung. and since their classes were usually small, it would've made sense if wooyoung knew at least one of them by name.
but since when did sense and wooyoung ever go hand in hand?
he'd classified them in his own way, too uninterested to ask for names. blondie, seated to his left, was tall and smelled like any average guy—wearing unnecessarily expensive cologne. he was good-looking, but there was something unpleasant about the way his eyes seemed to undress people. today he was in a suit, but wooyoung could already tell he was the type to wear classic jock outfits and linger about, reeking of unhealthy masculinity.
to his right sat redhead. if blondie was tall, redhead was taller, with a detailed neck tattoo peeking out from beneath his collar. his skin was pale—he looked like he was walking the fine line between vampire and rockstar. given his quietness, wooyoung couldn't guess at all what kind of person he was.
in the row in front of them sat two brunettes. both women wore off-white blouses and pencil skirts, paired with stockings and heels. they seemed perfectly normal, the kind of people who wanted to mind their own business—something wooyoung was completely incapable of.
and in the row ahead of them, far from wooyoung's line of sight, much to his dismay, sat yoona and san.
wooyoung knew he should trust san's words. there was no reason for him to lie, especially not to wooyoung. there was no real depth to their relationship other than the shared need to catch an online figure and a desire to not be misunderstood. the latter seemed more important to san than to wooyoung. san was simply someone who disliked being misunderstood, as evidenced by his reaction to both the lie (the one about him being a two-timer) and the half-truth (the pictures with yoona).
but the glimpses wooyoung caught—san and yoona sitting together up front, sharing wired earphones—made him want to reconsider everything.
this time, though, he chose to stay quiet rather than let frustration take over. quiet on the outside as well as on the inside. if he sat here obsessing over what was really going on between them, he'd drive himself to madness. he'd had enough of it. nothing was more important than realising he should pretend these feelings weren't serious enough to affect him.
