Woojin(^｡^)

Everyone at Jeon Woo-jin's school knew him. They tried to avoid mentioning his name, teachers constantly reprimanded him, and students preferred to avoid him.

He was sitting at the back of the class, idly twirling his pen between his fingers, when a new girl entered the classroom.

Ujin didn't even raise his head. At least not at first.

But when you walked past his desk, for some reason he followed you with his gaze all the way to the window.

— New?

His neighbor shrugged.

• Yes. I think today is the first day.

Ujin chuckled and looked in your direction again.

• And what?

• Nothing. You've just been looking at her for a minute now.

Ujin turned away abruptly.

• Don't make things up.

But over the next few days he was constantly by your side .

He'd hold the door open for you as you left the office. He'd silently push your chair back when you were looking for a free seat. And once he even gave you his pen, even though he usually didn't give anything to anyone.

You quickly noticed a strange change.

— Are you like this with everyone?

Ujin looked at you with his usual grin.

• Which?

• Normal.

He laughed quietly.

• Only with you.

You looked at him in surprise .

• Why?

Woojin was silent for a few seconds. His confidence had vanished, and for the first time, he looked genuinely embarrassed.

— I don’t know myself.

He looked away and then quietly added:

• I guess I like you.

After these words, Ujin, for the first time in a long time, could not think of what to say next.