𝑪𝒉 : 𝟓 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚

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The days following the confrontation were a blur of anger and confusion for Taesan. The rumors about Leehan had only intensified, and despite his attempts to clear his name, the accusations against him persisted. The campus had become a battleground, with Taesan and Leehan at the center of the storm.

At home, Taesan found little solace. His apartment, usually a sanctuary of peace and quiet, now felt like a prison. He spent hours poring over his laptop, trying to find any clue that could prove his innocence. His frustration grew with each dead end.

One evening, as he sat at his desk, his phone buzzed with a new message. It was from an unknown number.

"Meet me at the old library. I have information about the rumors."

Taesan's heart raced. This could be the break he needed. He grabbed his jacket and headed out, the cool night air doing little to calm his nerves.

Meanwhile, Leehan was at his own apartment, staring blankly at his reflection in the mirror. The rumors had taken a toll on him, and the betrayal he felt from Taesan cut deep. He couldn't understand why Taesan would do something like this, especially after they had started to build a fragile truce.

His phone buzzed with a message from one of his friends.

"Hey, I heard Taesan is meeting someone at the old library tonight. Thought you should know."

Leehan's eyes narrowed. If Taesan was involved in this, he needed to know. He grabbed his coat and headed out, determination fueling his steps.

The old library was a relic of the past, its once-grand facade now crumbling and overgrown with ivy. Taesan arrived first, his breath visible in the cold night air. He looked around, his senses on high alert.

A figure emerged from the shadows, and Taesan's heart skipped a beat. It was Leehan.

"What are you doing here?" Taesan demanded, his voice echoing in the empty space.

Leehan's eyes were cold. "I could ask you the same thing. Are you meeting your accomplice?"

Taesan's anger flared. "I don't have an accomplice! I'm here to find out who's behind this."

Leehan stepped closer, his fists clenched. "You expect me to believe that? After everything that's happened?"

Taesan met his gaze, unflinching. "Yes, because it's the truth. Someone's trying to frame me, and you're too blinded by your own anger to see it."

Leehan's jaw tightened. "And why should I believe you? You've done nothing but lie and manipulate."

Taesan's voice rose, his frustration boiling over. "I've never lied to you! You're so quick to judge, but you don't know the first thing about me."

Leehan's eyes flashed with hurt. "And whose fault is that? You push everyone away, Taesan. Maybe if you let someone in for once, you'd see that not everyone is out to get you."

The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. Before either of them could say more, a voice interrupted.

"Well, well, well. Look at the two of you, fighting like children."

Both Taesan and Leehan turned to see a figure stepping out of the shadows. It was one of their classmates, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You're the one behind this?" Taesan asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

The classmate shrugged. "Guilty as charged. It was too easy, really. You two were already at each other's throats. All I had to do was give a little push."

Leehan's eyes blazed with fury. "Why? What did we ever do to you?"

The classmate's smirk widened. "Nothing personal. Just a little fun. Watching you two tear each other apart was entertainment enough."

Taesan's fists clenched. "You're going to pay for this."

The classmate laughed. "Good luck with that. By the time you prove anything, the damage will be done."

With that, he turned and disappeared into the night, leaving Taesan and Leehan standing in the cold, their anger and frustration mingling with the chill in the air.

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Back at their respective apartments, both Taesan and Leehan struggled to process what had happened. Taesan paced his living room, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge and justice. He knew he had to find a way to clear his name and expose the truth.

Leehan, on the other hand, sat in silence, his heart heavy with regret. He had been so quick to judge Taesan, so blinded by his own anger that he hadn't seen the truth. He knew he had to make things right, but he didn't know where to start.

As the night wore on, both of them found themselves thinking about the other, their thoughts filled with a mix of anger, regret, and a strange sense of longing. The rivalry that had defined their relationship was now more complicated than ever, and neither of them knew what the future held.

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