In the vibrant campus of Seoul National University, two students shone brightly, captivating the hearts of many. Jeon Wonwoo, the charming playboy, and Kim Mingyu, the sweet and friendly heartthrob, lived parallel lives, their paths crossing in unexpected ways.
Wonwoo, with his chiseled features and razor-sharp jawline, was the undisputed king of the university's social scene. His effortless charm, paired with an irresistible smile, made him the center of attention wherever he went. Girls swooned over his rugged good looks, and guys envied his carefree confidence. Wonwoo's reputation as a ladies' man was well-deserved; he never committed, never faltered, and never fell.
On the other hand, Mingyu radiated warmth and kindness. His bright smile could light up a room, and his gentle demeanor put everyone at ease. With his messy, sandy-blond hair and soft features, Mingyu was the epitome of innocence and vulnerability. Students from all cliques adored him, drawn to his genuine empathy and compassion.
For years, Wonwoo and Mingyu existed in separate orbits, their lives intersecting only in passing. Wonwoo would occasionally catch glimpses of Mingyu volunteering at charity events or leading student organizations, but they never truly connected.
That was until the fateful night of the university's annual festival.
Wonwoo, accompanied by his entourage, stumbled upon Mingyu performing with his acoustic guitar at an outdoor stage. The music was hauntingly beautiful, and Wonwoo found himself entranced by Mingyu's soulful voice. As he listened, something shifted within him. For the first time, he saw Mingyu not just as a friendly face but as a captivating individual.
After the performance, Wonwoo mustered the courage to approach Mingyu. They exchanged awkward smiles, and Wonwoo, feeling uncharacteristically nervous, complimented Mingyu's music. Mingyu blushed, his eyes sparkling with gratitude.
"Thanks, Wonwoo. I didn't know you were into music," Mingyu said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm not, usually," Wonwoo replied, his voice low and husky. "But yours... it's different. You have a gift."
Their conversation flowed effortlessly, like a gentle stream meandering through the campus. Wonwoo discovered Mingyu's passion for social work, his love for old books, and his quirky sense of humor. As they talked, Wonwoo's facade began to crumble, revealing a hidden vulnerability.
Mingyu, sensing the genuine interest behind Wonwoo's words, opened up in ways he never had with anyone before. He shared his dreams, his fears, and his aspirations. Wonwoo listened intently, his eyes locked onto Mingyu's, drinking in every word.
The night wore on, and the festival lights began to fade. As they parted ways, Wonwoo felt an unfamiliar pang in his chest. He couldn't shake the feeling that he'd left a piece of himself with Mingyu.
Over the following weeks, Wonwoo found excuses to cross paths with Mingyu. They'd bump into each other at the library, and Wonwoo would linger, discussing literature and life. Mingyu, oblivious to Wonwoo's growing feelings, welcomed the newfound friendship.
As the semester progressed, Wonwoo's reputation as a playboy began to fade. He stopped attending parties, opting instead for quiet nights spent reading or watching movies. His friends noticed the change but couldn't pinpoint the reason.
Mingyu, however, sensed the shift. He saw the genuine smile Wonwoo reserved just for him, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed. Mingyu's heart began to flutter, but he dared not hope. Wonwoo, after all, was the infamous playboy.
One crisp autumn evening, as they strolled through the campus, Mingyu turned to Wonwoo and asked, "Why do you spend so much time with me? You're not exactly the type to hang out with one person for long."
