MasukSean is a handsome and lovable guy, known for his gorgeous smile that can effortlessly charm anyone in seconds. He secretly harbors feelings for his close female friend, Lareina, but he lacks the courage to confess, fearing that it might ruin their long-time friendship. Everything changes when Lareina enters college and meets Yvo, her new classmate. Yvo is a stoic, cold-faced guy with an intimidating presence that can silence a room with just a glance. He keeps to himself except when it comes to Lareina, something that deeply unsettles Sean. Now, with Yvo in the picture, how will their intertwined lives unfold?
Lihat lebih banyakSean Xiao stood outside his best friend’s house, waiting patiently beside his bicycle as the morning sun gently warmed the quiet neighborhood. The air was fresh and crisp, a reminder that it was the beginning of a new school year. The university was not far from their place, just a short bike ride away, and Sean had made it a tradition to pick Lareina up whenever they had class.
Sean stood tall, his physique lean yet athletic from years of casual sports. His sun-kissed skin gave him a healthy glow that contrasted with the softness of his features. His expressive eyes, clear and deep, often reflected the sincerity of his heart, and his warm, captivating smile had a reputation of its own. Many said it was enough to brighten a gloomy day. Talented, approachable, and effortlessly charming, Sean was well-loved by most people he met.
He had known Lareina since childhood, ever since his family had moved from Chongqing to Beijing. Their families became fast friends, and Sean had spent most of his growing years with her by his side. Their bond was as natural as breathing. It was playful, loyal, and sometimes complicated. Sean often joked to himself that if fate were kind, perhaps their closeness might one day turn into something more — something romantic. It was a thought he kept hidden in the quiet corners of his heart, though. No matter how much he wished for it, the fear of ruining their friendship held his confession hostage.
As he stood there, lost in his thoughts about what could be, a sudden tap on his shoulder snapped him back to reality.
“Hey!” Lareina called playfully from behind him.
Startled, Sean nearly lost his balance, stumbling slightly before catching himself. He turned around, only to find Lareina grinning cheekily at him.
“Earth to Sean! What were you thinking about? You didn’t even notice me sneaking up on you!” she teased.
Sean swallowed the truth that sat on the tip of his tongue, ‘I was thinking about how I’m falling in love with you.’
But he chuckled instead, masking his feelings as he scolded, “What are you doing sneaking up on me like that? What if you tripped and hurt yourself?”
Lareina rolled her eyes and poked his lips with her finger. “You’re being dramatic again. It’s my first day as a college freshman. As if I’d let myself get hurt so easily! By the way, why didn’t you just come inside instead of waiting out here?”
Sean looked away, trying to hide his awkwardness. He wanted to kiss her pouty lips, but he pinched her cheek instead. The closest he could get to her without crossing a line.
“I just wanted to enjoy the morning air,” he joked, forcing a grin. “Gotta appreciate nature sometimes.”
Lareina gave him a skeptical side glance but smiled anyway. “Yeah, sure. Whatever you said.”
“Alright, let’s get going, dear senior,” She added with a grin. “I don’t want to be late on my first day! I still can’t believe I’m finally a university student. I’m excited but nervous, too! Later, you’ll give me a campus tour. That’s your duty as my closest friend.”
Sean smiled at her words, though a familiar ache tugged at his chest. Closest friend. He wondered if that label would ever change, or if he was forever stuck in that safe but painful place.
“Hey! You’re spacing out again,” Lareina said, waving a hand in front of his face. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine,” Sean replied with a smile, though his heart felt heavier than before. “Just... thinking about something.”
“Something? Or someone?” Lareina teased, narrowing her eyes. She then pointed at his face. “You’re blushing! Spill it, Sean. Who is she?”
“I am not blushing,” he denied, but his reddening ears gave him away. “Stop with the questions, we’ll be late!”
He quickly mounted his bike, turning away so she wouldn’t see his flustered expression. Lareina giggled behind him, clearly enjoying his discomfort.
“It’s definitely a girl... I knew it!” she whispered to herself with a grin, then climbed onto the back of his bike.
As Sean pedaled, Lareina kept poking his side with her finger. “Come on, tell me! Who is she? Do I know her? Is she pretty? Is she from our neighborhood? What year level is she?”
“Reina, stop poking me!” Sean groaned, pulling the bike to a stop. “And stop with the questions, please. I need to focus on the road. One wrong move and we’ll both fall.”
“Fine, fine,” Lareina pouted, folding her arms. “But we’re not done with this conversation.”
Sean shook his head with a chuckle, pedaling once more until they reached the university gates. He steered toward his usual parking space but frowned when he saw a sleek red motorbike parked exactly where he always left his bike.
“Huh? Whose motorbike is this? This is my usual spot,” he muttered, hopping off.
“You always park here?” Lareina asked curiously as she got off the back.
“Yeah, since my freshman days. It’s an unspoken rule — everyone knows this is my spot,” Sean said indignantly.
“Is that so? Because that’s my bike,” an unfamiliar voice chimed in.
Both Sean and Lareina turned around to see a guy a little shorter than Sean, his face serious and unreadable.
“Who are you?” Sean asked with a frown.
“Yvo. I’m a freshman. That’s my bike,” the guy answered, nodding toward the red motorbike. “And last I checked, parking here was first-come, first-served. I didn’t see your name written on the ground.”
There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice that made Sean scowl.
“Oh, you’re a freshman too! Same as me!” Lareina said brightly. “I’m Lareina, and that’s Sean.”
Sean gave a short nod, his interest in Yvo already waning.
“Fine. Since you’re a junior, I’ll let it slide. Welcome to the university,” Sean muttered, forcing a smile. He then handed his bag to Lareina. “Hold this, I’ll find another spot.”
Lareina took the bag and watched Sean pedal off.
Yvo stared at her for a moment before asking bluntly, “Are you two a couple?”
Lareina laughed. “Nope. Best friends since forever. That’s all.”
A few minutes later, Sean jogged back, bag secured on his back. Seeing Yvo still standing with Lareina made Sean’s mood dip again.
“You’re still here?” he asked, eyeing Yvo suspiciously. Was he trying to flirt with her?
“There’s something I need to ask,” Yvo said simply. “Where is the Performing Arts building? I forgot my registration card, but I know my section. I just don’t know where it is.”
“Performing Arts?” Lareina gasped. “I’m in Performing Arts too! We’re heading there now. Want to come with us?”
Yvo scratched the back of his neck. “Sure. Thank you,” he said, bowing slightly.
“There’s no need to bow, silly. Let’s go!” Lareina chuckled and tossed Sean’s bag back to him. “Here’s your baby.”
“Careful with that, you know how much I love this bag,” Sean scoffed playfully, hugging it like a prized possession. “Alright, juniors. Kindly follow your senior, and welcome to University life.”
With that, Sean led the way, Lareina walking beside him, while Yvo followed behind them quietly. Neither of the three knew it then, but this simple encounter would be the beginning of something that would change their lives forever.
Morning came quietly, carried in by soft light that slipped through the thin gap in the curtains.The house was still.Only the faint sounds of movement from the kitchen and the distant clink of utensils hinted that the day had already begun.Sean ran a hand through his slightly messy hair as he stepped out of the guest room, clearly lacking proper sleep. The electric fan had done little to make the night comfortable, and it showed in the slight crease between his brows.He exhaled.“I need to change.”Without much thought, he walked back toward his room, one hand resting on the doorknob before pushing it open.What he saw—Made him freeze.Yvo was already awake.Seated on the chair near the study table.And in his hands—Letters.Several of them.Opened.Sean’s eyes darkened instantly.A sharp, cold anger surged through him.“What the hell are you doing?”His voice cut through the room.Yvo did not even flinch.He simply glanced up, calm as ever, another letter loosely held between hi
Dinner was simple, but warm. Sean’s mother had prepared more than usual, filling the table with dishes that still steamed under the soft yellow light. The faint clatter of plates and utensils blended with the quiet hum of the evening. “Eat slowly,” she reminded gently, placing more food onto Yvo’s plate. “You’re injured.” Yvo nodded politely. “Yes, Auntie. Thank you.” Sean sat across from him, watching despite himself. Yvo’s movements were slower, more careful, his posture slightly stiff from the pain. “You look like you’ll drop that any second,” Sean muttered. Yvo glanced up. “Then stop staring.” Sean scoffed and looked away. For a while, only silence and the soft sounds of dinner filled the space. After they finished, Sean gathered the plates without much comment and brought them to the sink. His mother followed shortly after, wiping her hands on a towel. “I’ll prepare the room,” she said. Sean paused. “The guest room?” he asked. “Yes, of course,” she replie
The bus was almost full when they boarded. Sean stood near the middle rail, one hand gripping the overhead handle while the other held his bag close. Yvo sat beside the window, looking unusually quiet. The vehicle moved forward with a slight jolt. Sean glanced down at him. “Try not to fall asleep. We’re almost there.” Yvo did not respond. A few minutes passed. The bus turned onto a busy road, stopping and starting repeatedly. The motion was steady but slightly uneven. Then, suddenly— Yvo shifted. Without warning, he leaned his head against Sean’s shoulder. Sean froze. His entire body stiffened. “What the—” he hissed under his breath. He tried to move away instantly, lifting his shoulder slightly to push Yvo off. “Hey. What do you think you’re doing?” Yvo did not move. Instead, he muttered softly, eyes closed, “My head hurts.” Sean frowned. “Then sit properly.” “The movement is making it worse,” Yvo replied faintly. “I think I’m getting motion sickness.” Sean looked d
Sean’s voice cut through the quiet parking lot.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”Yvo turned his head calmly, though the tension in the air was obvious.Sean stood behind him, his face tight with anger. The envelope and the letter had already been snatched from Yvo’s hands.“Doesn’t anyone ever teach you not to touch other people’s things?” Sean snapped, his grip tightening on the paper. “Or are you just incapable of respecting someone else’s business?”Yvo crossed his arms, completely unfazed.“You left it in your bike basket like it was on display,” he said flatly. “Anyone could have read it.”“That still doesn’t give you the right,” Sean shot back.The irritation in his voice was sharp, but beneath it was something else.Uneasiness.Yvo studied his face carefully.“So it’s true then,” Yvo said quietly.Sean’s brows furrowed.“The stalker Lareina mentioned,” Yvo continued, lowering his voice. “They’re back.”Sean’s jaw clenched.“That has nothing to do with you.”“Of course
The night sky above the academy shimmered with color. Strings of lanterns swayed gently in the evening breeze, their warm glow rippling across rows of eager faces. The open-air stage gleamed beneath the spotlights, and the courtyard pulsed with laughter, movement, and sound.The host bounded onto th
The second day of the school festival began with a rush of color and sound. Bright banners fluttered from every post, students hurried across the courtyard carrying instruments and costumes, and the air was alive with laughter and music. Unlike the first day, which focused on sports and competition
“There you two are,” Yvo said as he approached the bench. “I thought you got lost in each other’s eyes or something.”Sean looked up, startled. “We were just talking.”“Sure,” Yvo said with a smirk. “It looked more like a scene from a drama. Romantic lighting, emotional tension, classic Sean.”Larei
The restaurant Sean had chosen glowed warmly under amber lights. Its floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the soft shimmer of the city beyond, while the faint hum of evening traffic outside blended with the mellow jazz playing inside. The air carried the comforting scent of roasted garlic and freshly
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