“Beomgyu!”
As soon as the bell rang for recess as scheduled, I stood at the back door of Beomgyu's classroom and shouted. Beomgyu turned around to hear the sound, his face hardening again. "How many times has he been squashed today? That handsome face." Yeoju, who was standing at the back door, muttered quietly as she looked at Beomgyu's face.
"I think I told you enough to understand. I don't like you."
“I told you too. I like you.”
"Then enjoy your meal." Yeoju placed the bread and milk she hadn't given Beomgyu in his hand that morning and leisurely left the classroom. A small smile spread across Beomgyu's face as he stood there, still after Yeoju had left.
"Okay, let's see who wins. Which one will shatter my pride first, or will your bright smile disappear?"
***
“Beomgyu, good job,”
“You look pretty today, Yeonju.”
Choi Beom-gyu's one-sided ignoring began, where he was ignored every time he spoke to someone, and even treated them like invisible people.