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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there seemed to be a single flaw in wooyoung's brilliant plan to ease all the tension (which, admittedly, could have been entirely in his head) between him and san by apologising— how exactly was he supposed to apologise?
knowing san, if he was angry—really angry—and remembered everything, then wooyoung would've been six feet under by now. but seeing as evening had already rolled around and wooyoung was still alive and breathing, maybe things weren't quite so dire for him after all.
or maybe san had other plans in mind.
good or bad? wooyoung wouldn't know—unless he actually brought it up and apologised, of course.
san's history of being brutally straightforward with his past rejections—so blunt it often bordered on cruel—was the only thing keeping wooyoung glued to his seat instead of hurling himself into the line of fire just for the sake of clearing the air.
walking past someone who'd just opened their heart to you; dropping someone onto the faux-grass field and running to security; telling someone to focus on their education instead of their feelings; calling someone your 'sister for life'—and doing so in front of a crowd of their peers—was it any wonder that san was such a hot topic for the gossip queen? just how clueless and inconsiderate could one person be when it came to emotions?!
wooyoung sighed, tossing aside the comb he'd been using for the past ten minutes to get his hair just right. he stared at his reflection in the full-length mirror, uncertain if he even recognised the person staring back.
earlier that morning, yoona's words had felt pointed, as if she knew something. it wasn't unlikely, given how she'd shown up that night, right after wooyoung had pulled away from his brief, one-sided kiss with san. maybe she'd seen something, pretended she hadn't, and resorted to teasing instead. maybe it was her way of subtly reminding wooyoung to stay in his lane? no, it didn't feel like that. it definitely wasn't that.
or maybe he was just overthinking it.
yoona's club's film screening was about to start, and wooyoung seemed to be the only one putting any effort into looking presentable. partly because his appearance was one of his few redeeming qualities, and partly because—well, what if san was there?
with each passing day, wooyoung found it harder and harder to understand san, even though he was as straightforward as a primary school maths problem. why did he pretend not to remember anything? was he even pretending? maybe he was just being decent, since they'd been surrounded by his friends—then how was wooyoung supposed to interpret the croissant?
"your hair looks fine," jina groaned, barely masking her irritation as she lay sprawled across wooyoung's bed, mindlessly scrolling through social media. "can we please go now?"
"seriously, it's almost time!" jongho whined, unable to stop bouncing his knee impatiently. "wooyoung, come on!"
"okay, okay!" wooyoung relented, finally pushing himself up off the floor. "let's go."
