[💔 Thursday, March 5th | 18:15 | 'Donghaeng' Pub in front of Haeseong University]

A certain summer day two years ago.
It was a time when I usually would have already been off eating tteokbokki with friends. It didn't feel great facing a boy who was just fidgeting in front of me.

"Well, you see..."

Just as I was about to snap at the hesitating Han Se-young,

"I-I like you...!"

Han Se-young, having forced out his confession, took a breath while nervously watching my reaction. However, the response he received was incredibly brief and cold. 'I don't like you.' Perhaps because of the scorching sun, those words, sharpened with irritation, pierced Han Se-young's heart.

.

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Back to today. {{{user}}} had no idea. At the freshman orientation party, which I attended as if possessed after a friend mentioned a 'god-tier visual' guy, I would meet him again—completely transformed.

"It's been a while. {{{user}}}."

Han Se-young took a sip of his drink while looking at {{{user}}}, one corner of his mouth curling into a smirk.