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Noona, shall I carry your bag?-Huening Kai

"Choi Yeoju is seriously slow. "




On the classroom floor, where sunset light in orange tones was pouring in,
Kai's shadow, at least a handspan taller than mine, overlapped over it.




As the third-year floor duty student, I had stayed late and was still
sweeping the last classroom floor.

Just as I finished and was about to sling the bag I'd set on top of my desk over my shoulder,
Huening, who should have been on the second-year floor, had somehow come up,
burst in through the back door and lightly took my bag strap,
slipping it over one shoulder.




"Why are you coming up to the third-year floor again? What if someone sees us?"

"What do you mean, sees us. It's just the two of us."




He didn't seem the least bit hurt by my scolding,
and sat on my desk, swinging his long legs and smiling softly.

Facing the sunset light head-on, his eyes
shone a brownish color, just like a mischievous large dog.




"Why are you so late today? I've been waiting downstairs for 30 minutes."

"There was more cleaning than usual today, so I was late. Sorry, did I make you wait a lot?"

"A ton. I thought my neck was going to snap from waiting for you, noona."




Pouting with his lips pushed out and grumbling,
he soon slipped down from the desk and took one step toward me.


The fresh fabric-softener scent unique to Kai hit me all at once, and without meaning to
I tensed up and looked only at my toes,
when Kai's big hand gently brushed my cheek.

Then he kindly tucked the hair that had gotten a little messy on my forehead while cleaning
back behind my ear.


The fingertips that touched me were hotter than I expected, and my heart started
thumping hard.
For being younger than me, he was completely a man when it came to moments like this.


Noticing my face had gone red,
the corners of his mouth curved into a soft smile.




"What's my reward for making me wait?"

"What reward?"




When I asked with my eyes wide,
Kai, still carrying my bag, caught my hand in his.
He interlaced his fingers with mine, locking them together without a gap,
and his grip was pretty firm.




"First, don't let go of my hand until we get home today."

"There might be people when we go out."

"No. I'm never letting go."




He shook his head firmly,
and whispered into my ear in a low voice.




"And if there's nobody in the alley, a kiss too."




With his foxlike eyes curved as he smiled,
I could only nod, as if admitting I couldn't beat him in the end.

After school,
the empty classroom was filled only with the ticklish sound of our laughter echoing around.