Choi Beomgyu thought of Kim Yeoju as an obstacle that destroyed the trust he had painstakingly built up. Because of that, he often spoke to her with an unusually sharp tone—something he didn’t do with others. It wasn't surprising that people started asking him awkward questions.
"Beomgyu, do you hate Yeoju?"
“Do I look like I do?”
“Yeah, it kinda shows on your face? Your eyebrows always scrunch up whenever you see her.”
“…I see.”
“Do you know there are rumors going around the whole school? Your reputation’s usually so good, so everyone’s freaking out, wondering who this ‘storm of a transfer student’ is that’s messing with your vibe.”
“I didn’t know there were rumors.”
“Well, anyway, I believe there’s a reason you dislike her. You’re not the kind of person to hate someone for no reason—there must be something.”
“There’s always a reason for dislike, huh…”
No matter how hard he thought about it, Beomgyu couldn’t come up with a clear reason why he disliked Kim Yeoju so much.
“Ugh, so annoying.”
Messing up his neatly styled hair, Beomgyu grabbed his throbbing head and came to a conclusion on his own.
“Let’s just say there are too many reasons I don’t like her, so I can’t pinpoint a single one.”