Chapter 3.2

Even though his gaze was fixed like a hawk, his attention leaned towards the adjacent seat.

It was because it was difficult to guess Woo-jae's behavior.

However, Woo-jae didn't show any particular reaction as expected.

He listened to the lecture that lasted for 50 minutes.

The professor, who anticipated the lecture that would continue in 10 minutes, declared a break.

Won blinked his eyes slowly.

At that moment, Woo-jae, who had been sitting there dozing off, closed his major textbook with a loud noise.

"Come out."

Suddenly, he felt a hot breath covering his ear.

Won tightly gripped the sharp pencil he was holding.

Woo-jae stood up from his seat and displayed a dignified gesture as he left the classroom.

On the desk, the book that was left alone had his name, 'Kwon Woo-jae's, neatly engraved in handwriting.

Taking a short breath, Won put down the pencil and stood up.

He quietly searched for Woo-jae's whereabouts as he hurriedly left the classroom.

It didn't take long for him to find Woo-jae in the empty classroom.

He was sitting on the front desk.

Won's steps towards Woo-jae maintained a steady pace.

"Who are you to tell me not to come out?"

Won chewed on the uneven tone as he entered the empty classroom.

It was only then that Woo-jae stood up and took a step forward.

Won stared at Woo-jae, who had only taken one step, with a blank expression.

Woo-jae reached out one more step, even though he didn't need to get any closer.

Won felt something strange and took a step back hesitantly.

"Speak from there."

"Who's going to eat me?"

Woo-jae seemed to think that he was misunderstanding something.

He suddenly reached out behind Won.

Just as Won was backing away, giving Woo-jae a wary look, a solid wall met his back with a thud, accompanied by the sound of a door closing.

A warning signal rang in his head.

Rather than realizing the signal late, he had a feeling of disbelief.

It's inside the school, what could possibly be happening?

He had never provoked Woojae throughout the day, feeling so carefree.

"Woo-jae."

"I'm listening."

Won calmly opened his mouth.

Woo-jae smiled lowly, pressing his body tightly against him.

His hand that was wrapped around Won's waist slid upwards.

Even if he slightly raised his chin, their lips were close enough to touch.

Won's eyes narrowed at the gesture that seemed to tease his buttocks.

Unable to turn his head, Won grabbed Woo-jae's wrist with his left hand.

"If you scream here, it'll be embarrassing for you."

"You'll look like a ridiculous senior who was harassed by a male junior."

"It's better than being in a situation where you can't do anything."

"Go ahead and scream once."

Instead, Woo-jae laughed leisurely and slipped his hand into the curve of Won's waist.

"Don't, Kwon Woo-jae."

"I've been worried a lot lately. Wondering how much more I should be kind to you."

Have you ever been kind to me?

I burst into laughter because it was so absurd.

It was more unbelievable that Woo-jae was not only listening to my words but also showing an inexplicable kindness.

Won touched Woo-jae's shoulder with his right hand.

Woo-jae naturally wrapped his fingers around Won's palm.

Won consciously swallowed his saliva and raised his head.

"We're inside the school."

The distance between their lips was dangerously close.

If Woo-jae had any bad intentions and tried to kiss him, there was no way to avoid it.

"It's okay outside though."

Woo-jae's gaze was firmly fixed on Won's lips.

Woo-jae tilted his head slightly, sending a deep gaze as if peering into his mouth.

"I understand, but I don't like this kind of thing. I don't want to look hateful."

"You're already looking at me like that."

"First impressions can change. My feelings towards you won't always be the same."

Woo-jae slowly closed and opened his eyes.

His eyes, which had been moving faintly along with the movement of his tongue, rose up.

"Senior."

"...Yes."

He responded to the call, trying to create a gentle atmosphere as much as possible.

Woo-jae's voice was not entirely light.

His face, devoid of laughter, closed his mouth once and then opened it again.

"Don't even touch my teeth."

His carefully crafted expression suddenly hardened.

"We can't do this, even if we wanted to."

"..."

"Besides, if it's about first impressions, they have already changed."

His hand, which had climbed up his back, pulled him closer.

In the moment when Won was about to push Woo-jae away in surprise, his lips touched his ear.

A shiver ran down his spine.

His sensitive senses felt not only his lips but also things that shouldn't be felt.

Won realized that something solid was piercing and pressing against his body.

His unstable heartbeat raced.

As he narrowed his eyes, Woojae leaned his tightly pressed body back.

Regaining his polite smile.

What does it mean for a first impression to change?

Unfortunately, Won was not looking at Woojae differently from the first time.

Even if he didn't know it himself, there was no way for a first impression to change, and even if it did, how could Woo-jae know and be so sure?

Won glanced at the empty seat next to him with suspicion.

He thought he would immediately return to the classroom since he left there first.

However, the only thing that filled Woo-jae's seat was a single major textbook left behind by the owner.

At first, he didn't think much of it.

He must be solving the problem he set up on his own.

That was all.

Now, the thought that came to mind was that this guy must be masturbating all day long.

In that moment, I realized that I was curious about Woo-jae's whereabouts.

I was so surprised that I bit my tongue.

Unfortunate.

Won narrowed his eyes and chewed on the back of the sharpener.

It felt like I had been brainwashed.

I had been feeling annoyed because Kwon Woo-jae kept sticking around for no reason.

It wasn't a sentimental or affectionate atmosphere.

Even the books placed next to me were a mess.

If you don't plan on coming in, take them with you.

Why leave unnecessary traces?

It annoyed me that just by looking at the names written in the book, I would think about it again.

Accidentally hitting my tongue on the ceiling, I flipped through Woo-jae's book.

Since I couldn't see the name, I felt much better.

I took a deep breath and checked the time.

It was almost the end of the lecture.

Just then, the professor closed the material connected to the projector.

I closed the book I had opened and tidied up my seat.

"Senior Gu, where did Woo-jae go?"

The junior who sat in the front row, scaring me as I stood up, turned around and asked.

I couldn't understand why he was asking me.

"I don't know either."

I replied briefly and turned my back.

"Oh, senior."

However, I was caught by the same voice as before without taking a few steps.

When I turned around, the junior came closer with Woo-jae's book in hand.

"Here's Woojae's book."

I didn't want to understand his intention.

When I saw the book handed to me neatly, I felt despair.

To the point where I had to take care of Kwon Woo-jae's book.

The name written not too big or small seemed to be mocking me.

"Deliver it for me."

"Me?"

Even though I thought I had delivered it properly, the junior asked with a stupid face.

"This is my last class."

If this was my last lecture, there was a high probability that it was Woojae's last as well.

I handed it over to the junior because I didn't want to say anything more to him.

More interested than it seems? It was a ridiculous statement.

I only knew as much as he showed.

"Ah... Yes, I will."