“Beomgyu, do you want to eat this?”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Then how about this?”
“I don’t like it.”
Once again, Choi Beomgyu rejected every gift Kim Yeoju offered him.
If a stranger were to witness this scene, they might simply think Beomgyu is just incredibly shy.
But if you were to ask his classmates—those who go to the same school as him—they would all say the same thing:
Choi Beomgyu is not someone who’s shy around people.
He’s known for being kind, thoughtful, and someone who never turns others down.
He has every good label imaginable.
“Should we head back to class now?”
“Ugh, I don’t want to. The thought of not seeing Beomgyu’s face for 50 whole minutes already makes my eyes tear up…”
“Not me. That’s just you. Only you.”
“Well, I guess being cold is part of your charm t—”
“Beomgyu, can you help me with this? Oh! If I’m interrupting something, I’ll come back later, I’m so sorry—!”
“Interrupting? Not at all. What’s the problem?”
Just a moment ago, the atmosphere had been so tense and cold it could’ve frozen over.
Yet in an instant, Beomgyu turned to her with a warm smile.
It was Yeoju whose expression hardened instead.
Afraid Beomgyu might notice her souring face, she forced a smile—but the corners of her mouth trembled.
Finally, the second hand of the clock hit the hour, and as if on cue, the loud ringing of the school bell echoed throughout the building.
Only after the bell rang did Beomgyu take his eyes off the problem on his desk.
He glanced briefly at the seat in front of him, which just moments ago had been filled with warmth—
Then looked away.