#033
“Kim Minho, tell your thing. That I’m not interested in her and I won’t contact her anymore from now on. No, actually, I’ll just send a message now.”
After finishing his words, Yechan really picked up his phone and sent a message to Cha Yewon. That he wanted to stop contacting her now, and please don’t acknowledge him in the future either.
He briefly thought about the math problems, but Yechan deliberately didn’t write that he was grateful. He suddenly thought of Jiwoon, who had rejected the beautiful girl who confessed while giving him chocolate.
The type that doesn’t give room for hope. Seeing that the message had been sent, Yechan mercilessly blocked Cha Yewon’s contact.
And only then did Yechan clearly realize why Taehyun had called it leading someone on by looking at his own actions.
Wait, isn’t this Cha Yewon being calculating? Shaking off the thought that briefly occurred to him, Yechan grabbed Taehyun’s shoulder and made him stand up.
“Get up. Why are you lying down like that? I’ll accept your apology. And thank you for telling me.”
“Huh? Huh huh? Really? Seo Yechan, really?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry I didn’t explain properly either.”
“No, no… well…”
Taehyun, who found Yechan’s obedient apologizing attitude unfamiliar, mumbled his words while reading the mood. When the situation seemed to be settled, Seungwoo clapped his hands to clear the air.
“Now now, we’ve seen a touching scene. So reconciliation is over! Now think about how to explain well to the hyungs.”
“Ah… I’m so scared because he’s acting like that.”
Taehyun muttered with a thoroughly gloomy face. Yechan stood up. He had to see Jiwoon.
“Hey, where are you going!”
Seungwoo stopped Taehyun from trying to grab Yechan. Yechan immediately opened the door and went outside.
“I was going to tell him to go… but he’s going on his own.”
Seeing Yechan like that, Seungwoo spoke awkwardly. Taehyun still muttered with a gloomy face.
“Where is he going, Seo Yechan?”
“He’s probably going to Jiwoon hyung.”
“Why?”
“Who knows. But I was going to tell him to go too. Because Jiwoon hyung likes Seo Yechan.”
Seungwoo answered while crossing his arms as if things worked out well.
Yechan ran toward the silhouettes gathered by the trees beyond the lawn. At Yechan’s footsteps, the gazes of the third-years who had been chattering gathered.
Yechan, who stood in front of them, bowed his waist and politely spat out an apology.
“I’m sorry for being noisy. We made up.”
Silence continued for a while. No one said anything. Yechan didn’t straighten his waist.
Phew. Jiwoon, who let out a long breath, spoke.
“Straighten up.”
Only after Jiwoon’s words fell did Yechan straighten his waist and stand upright. And soon, at the scene that filled his vision, Yechan unconsciously stiffened his body.
Jiwoon sat alone on the bench with his legs crossed, his eyes glaring brightly. Jukyung, Choi Min, and Kyungjun stood surrounding such a Jiwoon.
In the dark night, perhaps because he relied on his vision on the sparsely installed lighting, the mysterious atmosphere surrounding Jiwoon was strange.
Jiwoon pressed and chewed the tender flesh inside his mouth. Soon his previously calm chest swelled up.
He was taking the deepest breaths he could, but the effect was minimal. His jaw kept tensing up. Only after tasting the fishy flavor of blood did Jiwoon meet eyes with Yechan.
At the cool eyes looking at him, Yechan’s heart dropped with a thud. Yechan looked at Jiwoon’s right eye that was slightly narrowing, then lowered his gaze to the lips that let out a thin sigh.
And for a moment, Yechan doubted his own eyes. It was midsummer now. But now, somehow it seemed like cold, chilling breath was visible hazily in front of Jiwoon’s small, white face.
He couldn’t take his eyes off that strange optical illusion. He felt like he was seeing something he shouldn’t see. He wanted to stop looking, but at the same time, he wanted to keep looking.
“I’ll go in first.”
Jukyung, who slightly bowed his body, said to Jiwoon. Choi Min also patted Kyungjun’s back and left.
Through the crack of the front door they entered, Taehyun’s crying sounds could be heard, then the door closed and soon faded away.
The sound of summer insects crying could be heard.
Jiwoon just stared at Yechan blankly. With that same expressionless face, languid and cool.
Looking at those eyes, Yechan moved his steps as if enchanted and sat next to Jiwoon. The hand that went on his thigh kept making and releasing fists repeatedly.
Jiwoon, who met eyes with Yechan sitting beside him, narrowed one eye and slowly inhaled. Yechan never took his gaze off those eyes.
It was difficult to read Jiwoon’s emotions. But he was certain that Jiwoon’s mood was not good right now.
Phew. Jiwoon continued his slow deep breathing just like that. An indescribable chill was freezing Yechan’s body solid.
Jiwoon’s eyes, which seemed to be thinking about something intently, were similar to those when he was deeply absorbed in studying… but much colder than that.
No. I need to break through this. Someone recited those words in his head. Only then did Yechan, who came to his senses with a start, open his mouth.
“Hyung.”
Yechan put his hand on Jiwoon’s thigh. It was such a faint contact that it was confusing whether they were even touching.
But Jiwoon unconsciously bit his tongue. When he let out the surging emotions with his breath, Yechan gently rested his head on Jiwoon’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry.”
Yechan was sincere. He was sorry for causing a fight and leaving a stain on what should have been a pleasant memory on a trip 100 days before Suneung. Jiwoon quietly listened to the sound of insects.
“I was wrong.”
Yechan continued speaking while feeling himself gradually becoming impatient. He wanted Jiwoon’s mood to improve. If it didn’t, he felt like he wouldn’t be able to bear it.
“It’s the hyungs’ 100 days until Suneung, it’s a good occasion… We were too noisy.”
Jiwoon slightly opened his jaw that had been steadily biting his tongue. His insides felt stuffy.
“Don’t mind what Oh Taehyun said. It’s all nonsense. We made up too. Both of us are sincerely sorry to the hyungs.”
Jiwoon moved his upper body and shook off Yechan’s head. Yechan, who raised his head, searched for Jiwoon’s eyes with a thirsty attitude.
Yechan, who stared at the cold eyes for a moment, bit his lower lip. Somehow he felt a little sad.
“I’m sorry, hyung. I was wrong. Can’t you forgive me just once? There absolutely won’t be such a thing in the future. I won’t make mistakes.”
At Yechan’s words asking him to forgive, Jiwoon felt something surge up from inside that he had been pressing down hard.
Fucking hell. Jiwoon hated Yechan being associated with other women, all those mentions, to the point where his teeth chattered. And every time that happened, he was so unfamiliar with himself shaking helplessly.
But to make a scene with his friend right in front of him over a woman problem of all things. Moreover, after causing such a thing, Yechan was now shamelessly telling him directly to forgive him. Jiwoon’s eyes looking at Yechan settled even more coldly.
“…Don’t look at me with those eyes.”
Yechan grabbed Jiwoon’s hand and lifted it up. Yechan’s eyes, who spread Jiwoon’s tightly clenched fist and kissed his fingers, were deeply lowered.
Even while seeing Yechan looking at him with tearful eyes, Jiwoon’s eyes remained only cold. Really fucking shitty. Yechan didn’t know the real reason Jiwoon was angry.
And Jiwoon couldn’t tell him that reason.
Jiwoon turned his head and looked up at the night sky. Yechan, who had been continuously pressing his lips to Jiwoon’s fingers, swept his eyes over Jiwoon’s white cheek and jawline.
Taking in the pitch-black sky and letting out a long breath, Jiwoon realized that there was nothing he could particularly do about his current self and made a twisted smile. Jiwoon once again defined the relationship between himself and Yechan and bit his tongue.
He had no right to be angry. To Yechan, he was just a close sunbae. Whether Yechan dated anyone or not, whether he led people on or not… that was ultimately something that had nothing to do with him.
Jiwoon trembled with the powerlessness that penetrated to his bones. It wasn’t Seo Yechan who was shitty. It was unrequited love that was shitty.
“Yechan-ah. My mood is fucking terrible right now… what should we do?”
In the end, Jiwoon asked with a twisted smile. At Jiwoon’s unfamiliar appearance, who always lightly brushed off everything, Yechan recalled Seungwoo’s words.
Jiwoon hyung is fucking pissed. Yechan placed Jiwoon’s hands on his own cheeks.
“Want to hit me?”
Then Jiwoon furrowed his brow. Yechan continued.
“If you think hitting me will make you feel better, you can hit me.”
Suddenly Jiwoon pinched Yechan’s cheek hard. “Ah!” Yechan cupped his reddened cheek and made a tearful face.
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
“It’s not nonsense. I feel like it would be okay to get hit by hyung.”
“It is nonsense. If you really don’t want to get beaten up, stop it.”
“…I’m serious though.”
Yechan pursed his lips. Jiwoon’s eyes that had been cool were now sharply changed.
At the human-like warmth in the eyes that had been only cold, Yechan felt a little relieved. He raised his hand and cupped Jiwoon’s cheek.
“I’m really sorry.”
“Enough. Stop it.”
“Are you accepting my apology?”
Haa… Jiwoon, who let out a sigh, looked at Yechan intently and answered.
“Yeah.”
“Thank you. I really won’t make mistakes from now on.”
Yechan pressed his forehead against Jiwoon’s shoulder again. After briefly inhaling Jiwoon’s scent like that, Yechan soon raised his head.
Jiwoon still looked like he was in a bad mood. Yechan stroked Jiwoon’s cheek with his thumb and asked.
“What should I do to make our hyung feel better?”
At the affectionate touch, serious eyes, and intimate way of addressing him, Jiwoon’s heart tightened once again. Jiwoon cursed inwardly once more.
“Should I guess?”
Yechan, who glanced up slightly, checked the location of the security camera and the screening covered by trees. Then he gave Jiwoon’s lips a peck.
Jiwoon’s eyes wavered. Yechan gripped Jiwoon’s cheek a bit harder and said.
“Mm… But I should start with a kiss anyway.”
Yechan brought his head close to Jiwoon’s. Chu. Yechan whispered over the lips that parted with a sound.
“I wanted to kiss you from when I came here and saw hyung earlier. There are so many rooms like this too… But hyung wouldn’t even talk to me, and there were no messages all day.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
