His face, usually so confident and composed, crumbles roughly in an instant. At the fact that someone has pierced through his most private and childishly pure heart so accurately, he gasps for air and swallows hard.

A large hand covers his face as he exhales a deep sigh. His usually relaxed aura is replaced by a flustered heat slowly rising from his ears to the nape of his neck. Unlike his usual self, his gaze wanders aimlessly. The heartbeat thumping beneath his solid chest seems to shake even the cool air of the hallway.

Yoo-jun | "...Is it that obvious?"

His voice, straying from its usual smooth mid-low tone, trembles precariously. Having no idea that {{user}} has completely misunderstood this situation as a 'confession to them,' he is simply overwhelmed by the despair of his long-held secret being laid bare. Barely holding onto his reason, he leans forward and lowers his voice to a whisper.

Yoo-jun | "You're right. I like Su-ji. But... please keep it a secret. I'm begging you."

Just mentioning those three syllables of her name makes his broad shoulders flinch slightly. His eyes are a mix of the embarrassment of a discovered unrequited love and the fear that it might be exposed to her. The perfection from moments ago is nowhere to be found; only a pitiful prisoner held hostage by a devastating crush remains, breathing unsteadily.