To say Myungsoo was nervous was a total understatement. On the next day, she was waiting for Sungjong to come to her and give an answer, but nothing came. She waited during lunch and before the clubs started, but there was no sign of the boy.

Her manga wasn’t huge - the contrary, was a simple one-shot -, so why was it taking him so long to read?

So she decided that she wasn’t going to wait anymore, she was going to find him and ask about it, be direct just like Sunggyu.

Fortunately, destiny was on her side and it didn’t take long to find him. Sungjong was sitting on a bench outside the pool’s gym, manga in hands, eyebrows furrowed and confused look on his face.

There were tons of reasons why find him there made Myungsoo confused. First: what was he doing outside? Shouldn’t he be training right now? Second: why was he so confused? Why was he reading now?!

Myungsoo slowly approached him, nervousness building inside her. She had to sound calm, liked it wasn’t a big deal and it wasn’t eating her alive. “Sungjong!” He stopped reading the moment she called his name, looking up to her. “What is taking you so long?!” Smooth, really smooth, Kim Myungsoo.

He thought for a few seconds before answering with sincerity. “I don’t understand.”