𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✧ 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐞

Chapter 50

Anton and I shared one class. English literature. It was an extra course we both ended up taking.

It was the first class today. I was sitting a row behind Jaesung,  earpods plugged in listening to some old house tracks, hurrying to complete my essay before the professor walked in.

It had been a week Anton and I got back together. And honestly, I was glad we did. He seemed... gentler, softer almost like he was scared he'd waste another chance if he missteped even slightly.

Jaesung turned around and leaned against my bench. "You're gonna tear the paper if you keep writing this fast."

I kept my eyes on my paper, didn't even look up to acknowledge him. "Please, just say that you're bored or craving attention." I muttered.

"Rude."

He looked like he was about to say something but his voice died in his throat as he saw the person making their in our direction.

Anton sat down beside me pecked my cheek like it was totally normal. Maybe to him it was. But the moment I felt it i full on froze. My fast scribbleling stopped completely as I slowly turned to face him.

He was setting his bag down properly before looking at me with a smile someone would smile if they woke up to a perfectly sunny day. Except the sky was pretty gloomy.

"What you doing?" he asked, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Me? Oh- uh homework. I need to finish my essay." I said, trying to divert my attention back to my paper.
"What was that though..."

"What?"

"You know exactly what I mean." I side eyed him.

"What about it?" He leaned back in his chair, now grinning. "A boy can't kiss his girlfriend without permission or something?"

Jaesung let out a long, exaggerated whistle.

I snapped my head toward him. "Do that again and I’m actually throwing my pen at you."

"Relax," he said, holding his hands up, still grinning. "Just appreciating the view."

I groaned and dropped my head into my hands, partly out of embarrassment and partly because my face felt way too warm all of a sudden. Great. Blushing. In public.

Anton, meanwhile, looked completely unbothered. If anything, he seemed amused. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, wearing that smug little smile like he’d just won something.

The professor walked in a few minutes later, after me somehow roughly finishing my essay.

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The class ended after an hour of historical speeches and the professor trying not to get emotional.

"Good lord I feel so drained." I stretched in my seat.

Anton stood up and packed his things, waiting for me to do the same afterwards.

I looked up at him while packing, "Aren't you gonna meet up with the guys now?"
He shook his head no. "I told them I might be with you today."

"You're such a flirt."
"You love it."
"I do."

He froze for half a second before regaining his composure. I noticed but didn't push. But it was nice knowing that between the two of us, I wasn't the only one who could get flustered so easily.

"Don't make this weird, idiot."

"Aye aye madame." He smiled and made way as I stepped out of my seat.

"You look like a puppy waiting for his owner." I smirked. "It's cute."

"Careful," he said under his breath as we stepped into the aisle, "people might start thinking I like you or something."

"Oh no," I replied, slinging my bag over my shoulder. "That would be tragic."

He laughed softly, falling into step beside me. "Guess I’ll just have to deal with it."

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"Are you sure you need to do this?" I looked sideways to see Anton, my bag on one shoulder and his on the other.

"Mhm. Boyfriend duty calls." He said, still looking straight, walking like a jolly little boy.

"You're unbelievable." I said despite the upward tug of my lips.

Earlier after my last lecture finished and I was totally dead, he was waiting for me outside the hall. He said it was cause it he was bored and he wanted to burn some time, which I'm pretty sure was his way of saying "I feel extra so I'm gonna walk you home" . Jihye who was originally supposed to go with me suddenly pulled out phone after seeing him and claimed she had some "urgent business" and told me to just go with him.

We walked side by side for a while, talking about just anything and everything.

He breathed out. "It's nice when we're... civil."

"That's one word to use." I grinned.

We continued walking. His hand brushed mine once. None of us pulled away. Then again, almost softer this time.

"Ok now you're doing this on purpose." I turned to him.

"I am." He said smugly before taking my hand in his and slowly lacing our fingers together.

I wanted to give a snarky remark to that but stopped before I did, thinking he'd notice the flush in my cheeks.

Silence fell. Not the uncomfortable, awkward type. The type that was filled in by the soft rustle of leaves and damp smell of the sidewalk.

Anton spoke first. "You know, I know we're over this.. but I'm still so sorry for leaving like that." He stared forward. "But I'm learning. I'm trying to be better. And I know that might not be enough for now... but i won't stop till I am. I promise."

"And I believe you." He turned to me. I held his gaze. "I see how much you're trying, and I seriously appreciate it so much. So don't doubt yourself so much. Cheer up a bit would ya?" I smiled.

He gave my hand a little squeeze. "Thank you."
"For this?"
"For everything."

Silence fell once again.

We walked in sync, him swinging our joined hands and he hummed under his breath before we reached my doorstep.

"Text me when you get home?" I asked.

"I was going to anyway."

We both smiled.

"See you tomorrow then,"

He hummed in reply. He then let my hand go, but not before he raised it to his mouth and kissed my knuckles.

I went inside my apartment and leaned against the door. Oh hell.

I was in deep.

It's 4 am and I'm legit dying bye