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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if this were a dream, it would be too cruel to wake up from. and if it weren't a dream, but rather a well-scripted taylor swift music video, wooyoung wasn't sure if he'd prefer to know the truth or live in blissful ignorance like truman burbank.
how could this not be pulled straight from a cheesy teen romance novel?!
san was standing at his doorstep, completely drenched. his crisp white shirt clung to his skin, nearly see-through, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. raindrops trailed down the messy strands of his dark hair, which stuck to his forehead, framing his face in a way that made wooyoung's heart skip a beat.
a black backpack hung loosely off his shoulder, and he held his blazer, which was slowly slipping from his grip as he let out a shaky breath, eyes locked on wooyoung's like he'd just made a wild decision—either he knew exactly what he was doing or had no clue at all.
and now that wooyoung could fully take in the sight, it really was like san had stepped right out of a taylor swift love song, the kind where emotions were so raw you could feel them in every heartbeat.
if san was trying to give off the whole 'romantic, soaked-in-the-rain, run-to-you' vibe, he was nailing it. and damn it, if that didn't set off a storm of butterflies in wooyoung's chest, their wings beating fast enough to steal his breath away.
was this what it felt like to fall so hopelessly, head-over-heels for someone?
the rain pounded harder behind san, as if it had been waiting for him to show up before letting loose. it was dramatic, almost too perfect, like the weather itself was part of the scene. had san really run all the way through the downpour just to get here?
wooyoung swallowed, his pulse quickening. "what are you—"
"oh my god, you're drenched!" yi-seul gasped dramatically, hands hovering over her mouth as if she'd just witnessed something tragic. the look in her eyes was almost convincing—almost. but wooyoung knew better. he could see right through her little performance.
she knew exactly what she was doing.
"come in, come in!" she beckoned san inside, her voice overly sweet. when he hesitated, his gaze still locked on wooyoung, she didn't wait for an answer. she gave him a firm push, her grin growing wider.
wooyoung gaped at her in disbelief, feeling his heart stutter, but she only winked at him mischievously as she breezed by.
before wooyoung could muster a single word of protest, his mom appeared at the scene, her brow knitting in confusion at the sight of a stranger in their hallway. "who—"
"it's just one of wooyoung's friends!" yi-seul cut in smoothly, all too eager, her voice beaming with an enthusiasm that instantly relaxed their mom's expression. yi-seul then sized san up with a critical eye, tilting her head like an eagle.
