“Beomgyu, do you want to eat this?”
“I have no appetite”
“Then what about this?”
“I don’t like it.”
Today, too, Choi Beom-gyu consistently declined every single one of Kim Yeo-ju's gifts. A stranger witnessing this might simply assume Choi Beom-gyu was simply shy. But ask any of his classmates, who attend the same school, and they'll all agree. Choi Beom-gyu possesses every adjective imaginable: shy, considerate, and incapable of rejection.
“Now, why don’t you go back to class?”
“Ugh, I don’t want to go. The thought of being stuck for 50 minutes without being able to see Beomgyu’s face is already making my eyes wet...”
“I don’t really care. It’s just you, just you.”
“Yeah, being chic is also part of your charm.”
“Beomgyu, can you explain this to me? Oh my, if I interrupted your conversation, I’ll be back later, sorry…!” “What’s the problem, what’s the problem?” Until just a moment ago, the atmosphere was cold and frigid, as if you could trust them even if you were walking on thin ice, but when Beomgyu suddenly changed his expression to a smile, it was Yeoju who hardened her face. Even in the midst of that, the corners of her lips trembled because she forced a smile so that Beomgyu wouldn’t see her hardened face.
Finally, as the clock struck the hour, a loud, awaited bell rang throughout the school. Only after the bell rang did Beomgyu look up from the problems on his desk. He glanced briefly at the seat in front of him, which had been filled with warmth just moments before, before quickly averting his gaze.
I'm so sorry for coming so late😭🙏🏻