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The boy who taught me how to feelFor a long time, we both remained quiet at the stairwell.
I thought I have prepared what I wanted to say well enough, but I just can’t seem to speak with him staring at me throughout.
I hope he didn’t hear what Min Hee said. I’d just tell him I’m sorry, that I-
I was pulled into a warm embrace before I could speak.
“Err, Chan Yeol?” I asked, confused by the situation, although my voice was muffled in his vest.
“Sorry, I was just too happy!” He let go of me and scratched his head apologetically.
Am I blushing? I lowered my head so that he won’t see it.
“I… wanted to look for you during lunch, but I was afraid you’d still be mad at me. So Eun said you’ve put in a lot of effort to achieve what you have now, and that you have every right to want more time to yourself to protect what you’ve worked hard for, so I came to apologize. More importantly… did you mean what you say just now?”
“Huh? What did I say?” I haven’t even started on my script?
“You know, that I’m…. a part of your life now.” His grin reminds me of the Sun.
“You.. I.. YOU WISH! I just said that to… spite Min Hee.”
His grin doesn’t go away. I suspect he has selective hearing.
“Anyway…. I wanted to speak to you about it too. So Eun…. I’ll tutor her, but only at my preferred time.”
“REALLY? That’s great! I knew it! My Ah Mi is always the best!”
His.....?
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