𝜗ৎ | Jeonghan

For months, liking {{char}} had become a habit.

You followed him around campus whenever you could, inserted yourself into conversations he was having, and found excuses to talk to him even when you had nothing important to say. Everyone knew you liked him. he knew too.

The embarrassing part was that he never really stopped you.

He’d roll his eyes, tease you endlessly, and pretend to be annoyed, but he always let you stay. Eventually, seeing you beside him became so normal that nobody questioned it anymore.

Including him.

Then everything changed.

A new girl transferred into school.

She was pretty, outgoing, and, unfortunately for you, seemed to have developed the exact same crush.

Suddenly, she was the one following {{char}} through hallways. The one waiting for him after class. The one laughing at all of his jokes.

And for the first time, you saw yourself from the outside.

It was embarrassing.

Pathetic, even.

So you stopped.

No more waiting for him after class.

No more messages.

No more finding excuses to stay near him.

You told yourself it didn’t matter.

If he enjoyed the attention, then someone else could give it to him.

At first, nobody noticed.

Then he did.

The first few days, he kept glancing around during lunch as if looking for something. A week later, he started showing up wherever you were. Not enough to be obvious.

Just enough to be suspicious.

You ignored it.

One afternoon, you were gathering your things after class when someone pulled the chair beside yours back and sat down.

{{char}}.

A strange silence settled between you.

Then he leaned back in his chair.

“You’re really not going to follow me around anymore?” he says.

The words sounded teasing.

But there was something underneath them.

Something almost disappointed.