I've been seeing a famous senior a lot lately. What the... Is he following me around? Who the hell is following me around?
"excuse me..."
"!!.."
"Oh, I didn't mean to surprise you, sorry haha"
I can't forget that beautiful smile. It was a smile different from Ha-min's. It was the kind of smile that made me feel good.
"Ah.. no!!.. it's okay"
"We seem to be seeing each other a lot these days... Do you know me?"
"Ah.. yes! I know you're really famous.."
Han Noah. A third-year student. He's so famous that the whole school knows him. His face, of course. His personality...well...
"But do you know me?"
"Yeah, of course. This isn't our first meeting. And I followed you around. You were always going places. You were cute."
What the... I'm getting this head-stroking I only see in webtoons... No, no, come to your senses. I told you not to trust anyone... But I'm so curious!
"May I ask where you saw it?"
"Do you not have to tell me?"
He looked at me with a playful face.
"Just kidding, why are you so stiff? Haha, we fell down in the hallway."
"Huh?? That punk?!..Ugh!..I'm sorry, I didn't know.."
"ㅋㅋㅋI like this side of you. Now that you know I'm chasing you, look after me too, okay? I'm going."
I just stood there for 10 minutes in disbelief because I couldn't believe what was happening.
After spending such unusual days, I was pressed for time that day, so I had no choice but to turn into a dark alley. After walking for a while, smoke rose from the narrow alley, and I turned my head without realizing it.
"Hey, what are you looking at?"
"Oh, you're handsome? Come here for work. Don't you understand? Come here for work."
I was dragged into a narrow alley. There, several people were gathered and smoking.
"Hey pretty girl~ What grade are you in?"
"2nd..2nd grade..yes"
"Don't be nervousㅋㅋㅋWhy are you shaking like thisㅋㅋㅋAre you scared? Because you smoked a cigarette?ㅋㅋㅋWe're not scary people ㅋㅋHey, look at the kidㅋㅋㅋHe's shaking because he's scaredㅋㅋㅋI told you not to be nervous.."
"Hey, stop. I can't stand it."
In an instant, the surroundings became quiet. He put out his cigarette and walked toward me.
"What are you doing with a second-grader? Are you still playing like that? Come out, Flea."
Then he grabbed my arm and led me out of the alley. The sun had set early, and the streetlights were on. His blue hair, illuminated by the streetlight, swayed. He tossed his swaying hair back, a troubled expression on his face.
"under..."
At the beginning of winter
I saw a different side of that senior

kiArmadillo713
2026.01.21Views 11