“You’re not so bad after all,” Bomi said, “when we were at the library.”

“What do you mean at the library?!”

“When you don’t open your mouth.”

Woohyun shot her a look. “Are you that annoyed by me?”

“Disgusted, as my friend put it. Tsk”

“Your friend?” He asked. Don’t tell me…

“Chorong.”

Woohyun felt a sinking feeling at the pit of his stomach.

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“Mmm…this is delicious!” Chorong exclaimed, smiling contentedly.

Yoseob grinned back at her. “You’ve got sauce all over your mouth,” he said, wiping her face with a tissue.

“Gomawo, Yoseob-shii.”

He looked at her with a warm smile. “Call me oppa.”

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Why is he touching her face…and why does she look so happy…

“Woohyun-shii?” Bomi waved a hand in front of his face.

“Wha-what?”

“Why do you look so dazed? What are you looking at?” Bomi followed his gaze.

“Umm…. nothing,” Woohyun lied, dragging her away by the arm. “You’re going to the bus stop too, right? Hurry, you don’t want to miss the bus!”

 Bomi smirked as she caught a glimpse of Chorong and Yoseob in the café Woohyun was staring into. Nam Woohyun, you like Chorong, don’t you!

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At the bus stop…

“Wae? Jealous?” Bomi asked Woohyun.

“What?”

“Chorong. And Yoseob,” she said pointedly.

Woohyun widened his eyes. “You knew?”

“Tch. You’re so obvious.”

Woohyun sighed deeply. “Will you believe me if I said I am serious about her?”

Bomi looked at him skeptically.

“She obviously hates me… You’re her friend right? Could you help me?” he pleaded.

Silence.

Woohyun looked at her. “Please?”