INICIAR SESIÓN“Here we are!” Sean declared proudly as they came to a stop in front of a tall, modern building with wide glass doors and bold signage that read Performing Arts Building. The afternoon sun cast a soft glow on the structure, making it appear even grander.
“This is the Performing Arts Building,” Sean explained, gesturing toward it. “Each floor is assigned to a specific year level. Since you’re both freshmen, your classes will be on the first floor. Convenient, huh?”
Lareina’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as she took in the sight of the building. Before she could ask more, Sean extended a hand toward her expectantly. “Let me see your schedule.”
Without question, Lareina dug into her bag, pulled out her neatly folded schedule, and handed it to him. Sean glanced over it quickly, nodding with familiarity at some of the course codes and rooms.
“Let me take a photo of this so I’ll know your schedule. That way, I’ll know when to pick you up,” he said, already raising his phone and snapping a picture before she could respond.
Lareina chuckled. “You didn’t have to, but thank you.”
Turning to Yvo, she asked eagerly, “What about you? What’s your class? Maybe we’re classmates.”
Yvo glanced at his schedule tucked in his pocket and replied coolly, “I’m in the first class of the day.”
The moment she heard this, Lareina clapped her hands together, bouncing slightly on her feet. “We’re classmates! Finally, I know someone!” she squealed with excitement.
Sean crossed his arms and watched her antics with a mixture of amusement and irritation. To him, she was utterly hopeless when it came to making a fuss over small things, especially when it involved Yvo.
“That’s good,” Sean muttered, his gaze flicking sharply to Yvo. “Do me a favor and accompany her today, will you? If anyone tries to bully her or if she’s the one causing trouble, let me know. She can be a bit bratty sometimes.”
Sean’s teasing earned him a playful glare from Lareina, who crossed her arms in mock offense.
Yvo, however, raised an eyebrow at Sean’s words.
“Girl of mine?” he thought, replaying the subtle possessiveness in Sean’s tone.
“I thought they weren’t a couple.”
“By the way,” Sean added, pointing to a classroom nearby, “that’s your room.”
“Thank you,” Yvo responded, still wearing his unreadable expression.
“No problem,” Sean replied. Then, catching sight of the time on his wristwatch, he gasped. “Oh no, crap! I’m late! I have class now. Lareina, call me later, alright? Bye!”
Without waiting for a reply, Sean dashed off, disappearing around the corner and leaving Lareina and Yvo standing together.
“Well then, I guess we should head in, too. Come on!” Lareina said cheerfully, motioning for Yvo to follow as she skipped ahead.
Yvo followed quietly, his footsteps light and measured.
By lunchtime, the agreement was for Lareina and Sean to meet at the cafeteria, just like old times. But on a whim, Lareina decided to bring Yvo along with her. She hated seeing people eating alone, and besides, she thought it would be fun for Yvo to meet Sean properly.
When they found a vacant table, they settled down to wait.
It wasn’t long before Sean arrived, spotting them instantly. His pace slowed as he approached, eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of Lareina and Yvo sitting together.
“Oh? Best friends already?” Sean remarked dryly, sliding into the seat across from them. His tone was light, but there was no mistaking the undercurrent of jealousy lacing his words.
Yvo caught it immediately but remained indifferent. He wasn’t there by choice anyway — a certain persistent girl had dragged him along.
Lareina, blissfully unaware of Sean’s jealousy, flashed him a bright smile. “Yep! He’s going to be our new best friend. Right, Yvo?”
Yvo shrugged, noncommittal. Sean sighed, shaking his head, internally bemoaning how clueless his best friend could be when it came to the feelings she stirred in others.
“Whatever. Let’s just eat,” Sean muttered. He looked around and asked, “Did you two order already?”
Both juniors shook their heads sheepishly. Lareina scratched the side of her nose — a telltale habit Sean recognized instantly.
“Well... I thought you’d arrive first, as always,” she admitted. “But since we got here before you, we decided to wait... and kind of forgot to order. Oops. Sorry!”
She blew him a playful kiss, her lips puckered in an exaggerated gesture, causing Sean’s cheeks to flush. He quickly averted his gaze, trying to suppress the flutter in his chest.
Yvo, meanwhile, watched the interaction with mild irritation. “Dog food,” he thought to himself, using the slang term for public displays of affection that made onlookers feel single and awkward.
Sean cleared his throat and stood up. “Aiya, what would you two do without me? Sit tight, I’ll go order. You coming?” he asked, glancing at Yvo.
“I’ll go too,” Yvo replied, rising to his feet and heading off first.
Sean watched his back for a moment, noticing Yvo’s ever-present stoicism. “Does he ever change his expression?” Sean wondered before following after him.
Eventually, Sean caught up to Yvo in line.
“Do you like her?” Sean asked suddenly, his voice low but direct.
Yvo glanced sideways, his face impassive. “Who?”
“My best friend,” Sean pressed, his eyes sharp. “Why are you always around her? No offense, but... It’s always been just the two of us.”
Yvo turned to face him fully, noticing the tense set of Sean’s jaw and the stormy glare in his eyes. He chuckled under his breath.
“You should ask your friend, not me,” Yvo said plainly. “She’s the one who dragged me here.”
Sean was struck speechless for a moment, caught off-guard by Yvo’s blunt honesty. Yvo studied him briefly before smirking, a mischievous glint flickering in his usually dull eyes.
“Tell you what,” Yvo said, leaning in slightly. “I’m tired of dealing with your obvious jealousy. Why don’t you just confess to her already? If you’re scared, then do it scared. Love doesn’t wait.”
Sean stared at him, wide-eyed. Then, something unexpected happened — Yvo smiled. A genuine, albeit sly, smile. It was fleeting, but real.
Sean blinked, dumbfounded. “Did he just... smile? Holy crap, he’s human.”
Yvo turned back to face the counter, leaving Sean standing there with goosebumps on his arms, unsure if it was from irritation, surprise, or both.
Sean chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “Aiya, and here I thought he was made of stone.”
But deep down, Sean knew that Yvo’s words had struck a nerve. Maybe it was finally time he stopped being afraid because if he did not confess, someone like Yvo might just steal Lareina away for real.
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The rest of the afternoon passed slowly.For Sean, the day felt longer than usual, as if time itself had stretched out without reason. Perhaps it was because of everything that had happened recently—the stalker, Yvo’s suspicions, and the strange tension that had settled between him and Yvo after that accidental kiss.Whatever the reason, by the time the final bell rang for the third-year students, Sean was more than ready to leave.Around him, his classmates immediately began packing their things. Some discussed dinner plans, while others complained about assignments.Sean ignored all of them.He shoved his notebook into his bag and stood.“Leaving already?” Johnny asked from the next desk.Sean glanced at him.“When have I ever stayed after class?”Johnny laughed.“Fair point.”Sean gave a lazy wave before heading out of the classroom.The hallways were noticeably quieter than usual. Freshman classes were still ongoing, and most of the students wandering around campus were upperclass
In the washroom.It was quiet.Too Silent.Only the faint dripping of water from one of the sinks echoed softly against the tiled walls.As Yvo pushed the door open, he paused almost immediately.A voice carried from inside one of the far corners near the sinks.“…Hyung, can you just stop already?”Yvo’s gaze shifted subtly.Leo stood near the mirror with his back partially turned, phone pressed tightly against his ear. He had not noticed Yvo enter yet.“I already checked on him,” Leo said in a lowered voice.A pause followed.Then he exhaled heavily, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration.“I know what you asked me to do.”Yvo remained near the entrance, silent.Leo continued speaking, quieter this time.“I delivered everything already.”A longer silence answered from the other end.Then Leo’s shoulders tensed visibly.“But this is getting out of hand.”Something about the tone made Yvo still completely.Not irritation.Curiousity.“I don’t want to keep doing this anymore.”
The room remained quiet long after Yvo disappeared into the bathroom.Sean stayed seated at the edge of the bed, unmoving, though his thoughts were anything but calm. The room suddenly felt smaller. His fingers curled against the mattress as his mind replayed the moment repeatedly against his will.That brief contact.That warmth.That unbearable stillness.Sean’s jaw tightened.“…Ridiculous.”He dragged a hand down his face and exhaled sharply, as though he could physically force the memory out of his head. But it lingered stubbornly, irritating him more than anything else.It should not matter.It did not matter.It was an accident.I’m straight. I like Lareina.From the bathroom, the soft sound of running water echoed faintly, grounding him back to reality.Sean stood abruptly and walked toward the closet, pulling out a clean set of clothes with movements that looked stiffer than usual.“I need air,” he muttered under his breath.Before leaving the room, he spoke toward the bathroo
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 barely had time to catch his breath before his classmates swarmed him, clapping his back and tousling his hair until it stuck up in every direction.“Champion!” someone shouted.“You ran like you were on fire!” another laughed.“Free lunch on you, man!”The circle tightened, voices blending in
Sean stepped out of the stall looking steadier than he felt.He did not lift his head right away. Instead, he moved straight to the sink, as if instinct guided him there, as if the simple routine of washing his hands could restore order to everything spiraling inside him. He turned on the faucet an
Sean stumbled toward the nearest men’s restroom, his vision blurring as a cold wave swept through his body. He barely registered the concerned voices calling after him. The only thing he could focus on was the sink just inside the door. He gripped its edge as his stomach clenched violently, bile ri
Sean lowered the microphone back onto the stand and gave a final, respectful bow, while the golden spotlight highlighted the faint smile tugging at his lips. The applause washed over him in waves, and the cheers were loud enough to rattle the wooden stage beneath his feet. For a moment, he let hims







