Because this is my first loveW. Gotseol-young (꽃서령)
"Hey."
Huh? No...huh? Should I respond in casual language? Or should I use honorific language?
The hand gripping the doorknob to the rooftop began to tremble uncontrollably.
Judging from the uniform he's wearing, he should be the same age as me, or maybe younger...
No matter how you looked at him, he didn't look like a normal student.
"Do you have a lighter?"
...A lighter? You're a high school student, so you smoke?
I was stunned and stared at him without saying a word,
he repeated in an annoyed tone, breaking the short silence.
"There is, there isn't."
I shook my head vigorously. There's no way...
The moment he realized it wasn't there, he looked away as if he had lost interest.
"Um... cigarettes are bad for your health.
Besides, you're still a student, right? Did you know that minors are not allowed to smoke?"
His gaze turned sharply towards me.
He looked extremely dissatisfied.
Ah, maybe I've been too nosy.
The look in his eyes made me panic and instantly regretted my decision.
……but.
Looking at his face up close, it was incredibly beautiful.
At this point, it's okay to be a little rough around the edges, right?
As I was thinking that, his face came closer and closer.
Eh, wait, isn't that too close...?
"What do you think of me?"
His pressure was so close that our noses were almost touching.
I instinctively shrugged and dropped my gaze to the floor.
...Did I say something rude?
He had such a blank expression that it was hard to read his mood.
After a while of silence,
He heard a sigh from above.
"...I wasn't trying to smoke a cigarette."
Huh?
When I looked up, he looked as if to say, "Why do I have to explain?"
Still, after shaking his head several times, he reluctantly opened his mouth.
"I have something I'd like to burn."
"...Wh, what are you burning...?"
Unlike before, he didn't answer right away.
"Eh, can't he be lying...?" I thought to myself,
He initially denied it, saying, "No."
So why are you hesitant to say anything? I thought to myself.
As I studied him closely, I noticed a piece of paper in his hand.
It's not even A4 paper...is it some kind of proper paper?
Maybe notepaper?
I was thinking to myself, "Who writes letters in this day and age?"
He noticed the gaze and quickly hid the paper behind his back.
And he said the same thing as before.
"Well, I don't have a lighter anyway."
"Ah, yes... no, yeah..."
He casually stuffed the paper into his pocket.
He walked past me and left the rooftop.
Only when he was completely out of sight,
The tension in my shoulders suddenly relaxed.
"...Maybe you don't remember me after all?"
-
I arrived early, so I was planning to just relax on the rooftop for a while.
It seems that it has been longer than I thought since I last saw that person.
I hurried to my classroom in class 3-3 before the first period started.
My eyes met with my homeroom teacher who was waiting in front of the door.
"Sorry! I'm so late, you know that!"
I lowered my head, panting.
The teacher smiled kindly,
"It's the first day, so it's okay to be late."
He even gave me words of encouragement.
Yep, I think I might have a lucky homeroom teacher this time...!
The school I was in before transferring was a national foreign language high school, and the entrance exam competition was fierce.
The homeroom teacher was the worst.
My hair was completely bald, and every time I took a mock exam,
"Why did you get this wrong?" "You got this right."
It was so stressful because I was given so many details.
What's more, he's always being compared to Kan, who has the highest grades, so he hates talking about it.
I transferred to this school of my own volition.
I thought it would be better than a preparatory school at least.
I felt relieved just knowing that the bald teacher wasn't there.
The moment I saw the teacher's face,
Any regrets I had about my previous school quickly disappeared.
"Well, let's go inside."
"Yes!"
The moment I entered the classroom,
All eyes were focused forward.
The teacher introduced him as a new transfer student.
This time, all their eyes were on me.
It was my first time introducing myself in front of people, so I was nervous.
"Um... my name is Yoon Soo Hyun. I'm from National Foreign Language High School."
As soon as the words "National Foreign High School" were mentioned, the class erupted in excitement.
Well, it's not surprising. That school is like what we call a "super advanced school" in Japan,
It is also notorious for its high tuition fees.
It was only natural that it became a hot topic.
"So Soohyun... Shall we sit over there next to Taehyung?
He's also the kid who transferred here yesterday."
When I looked towards where the teacher was pointing...
...Huh, what?!?!?
Isn't that the person on the roof from earlier?
I was so surprised that I instinctively pointed at it.
The other person also looked surprised.
"Do you two know each other?"
"No, well..."
Can I say we're acquaintances?
Once in a cafe and once on the rooftop. Only two times.
And both encounters were terrible.
But just when I tried to deny it...
The man at the back window - Taehyung was called.
He said this while leaning his chin on his hand and looking at me.
"You know, right? Right?"
Huh?
That sudden, friendly comment had me half in tears.
Normally, it'd be nice to be treated like an acquaintance by a handsome guy, right?
But now I'm not grateful at all!
Just being a transfer student already gets you a lot of attention,
If such a handsome guy says "I know," it'll stand out even more!
And my prediction was not wrong.
"Oh, did you two know each other?"
"It seems so. Apparently she's good friends with Kim Taehyung..."
No, no, no, no!!!
I wanted to scream, but the pain in his gaze was too much and I couldn't say anything.
As I was opening and closing my mouth, the teacher said, "That's just right!"
He gave me a pat on the back.
No, no, that's not just right!!
Once he sat down, Taehyung rested his chin on his hand, looking relaxed.
He stared at me.
As I was wondering whether to sit down, he tapped on the desk and said,
"Sit down."
Yes, yes.
He spoke in a commanding tone that somehow felt right to me.
I obediently pulled out a chair and sat down.
The teacher started explaining the lesson, but...
Taehyung's gaze is so intense that I can't take in what he's saying at all.
If things continue like this, there'll be no point in transferring schools!
Thinking this, I whispered in a small voice.
"...Um, is there something on my face?"
"no."
He answered immediately, and in a blunt manner.
If so, why are you watching it?!
Suppressing the voice in my heart, I forced a smile and asked.
"Then why are you looking?"
The answer I got left me confused.
"Because it's fun."
"Huh?"
"It's all showing on your face, sir."
...Well, because we're human, right?
Emotions show on your face, right?
I looked at him with a confused expression.
As I took out my notebook and began to take notes,
Taehyung kept watching.
"Stop looking at me and concentrate on class.
Will you take responsibility if I get a hole in my face?"
I said that because I couldn't concentrate.
He replied with a serious face, "There's no hole."
...I can't understand what they're saying.
At that moment, I turned forward to concentrate on writing on the board.
"But why were you confused just now?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Why did you hesitate for a moment when the teacher asked if you knew him?"
Wow, you noticed my hesitation in such an instant!
"I told you, it all shows on your face."
ah…….
I'm surprised,
The person in question seemed completely unfazed.
"Ah, no... I was wondering if it was okay to call us acquaintances just because we met on the rooftop..."
"No, that's not it."
"picture……?"
My hand stopped moving involuntarily.
"That's not it"...which means--
That dessert cafe from a year ago?
No way.
I stared at him with a frozen expression,
Taehyung said simply.
"We met a year ago.
Doesn't that mean we can call ourselves "acquaintances"?
To think you remembered――
No, I thought there was no way I could remember.
Taehyung remembers what happened a year ago.
I remembered it clearly.