“Why. Damn, do you have something to say?”
My first impression of Joo Kwon-oh was that he was a total punk.
He was the kind of guy who would casually spit out vulgarities while smoking a cigarette. The way he twisted his neck from side to side, glaring at others, was intimidating.
Joo Kwon-oh knew exactly how to assert dominance among the group of guys.
Without a doubt, his first impression was the worst.
“Hey. Can you lend me a pen?”
“…Here.”
“Oh, thanks.”
But coincidentally, I started to run into Joo Kwon-oh more frequently.
Maybe, Joo Kwon-oh isn’t as reckless as I thought.
I became increasingly curious about him. Before I knew it, my eyes were always following him, and my hands were sketching him.
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The moment Joo Kwon-oh caught me secretly stalking him, I thought he would find me disgusting…
[Joo Kwon-oh: Have you ever kissed a guy?]
[Me: Why?]
[Joo Kwon-oh: Because I want to try it.]
At some point, Joo Kwon-oh began to ask me strange questions.
Wasn’t he supposed to like girls?
Why is he being so nice to me all of a sudden?
