ANMELDENIt was already late in the afternoon when Sean’s last class ended, concluding as smoothly as he had expected. It was the first day back after all, and most professors kept things light — introducing themselves, handing out syllabi, and giving a glimpse of the academic road ahead. As soon as the dismissal bell rang, Sean stretched, slung his bag over his shoulder, and double-checked that he had all his belongings before leaving the room.
There was no time to linger or catch up with classmates. He made a beeline for the Performing Arts building, where Lareina’s classes were held. His pace was brisk, purposeful, his mind already picturing the familiar sight of her waiting outside the building, probably waving excitedly when she saw him coming.
As he walked through the busy hallways, students noticed him immediately. Being handsome, charming, and one of the well-known seniors in the Arts and Design program, Sean was used to the attention. He exchanged smiles and waves with both girls and boys who greeted him, his approachable personality only making him more popular. Some whispered his name, others giggled, but Sean was too focused to pay them any real mind.
“Sean! Hey, Sean!” a familiar voice called out from behind, followed by an arm casually thrown over Sean’s shoulders. “Where are you off to in such a hurry? I thought we were going to hang out today! It’s the first day back after break, and we haven’t seen each other in over a month!”
Sean glanced to his side and chuckled. It was Darren, his oldest friend from university. They had met as freshmen in the same program, but Darren had shifted to Performing Arts a year later to pursue his passion for acting. Despite the change in paths, their bond remained intact, strengthened by shared memories and countless gaming sessions at each other’s houses.
“Not today, Ren. I’m picking up my best friend,” Sean replied, not slowing down.
Darren clicked his tongue in mock disappointment and removed his arm. “My, my, what’s gotten into you? Rejecting me on the first day back, my heart is crushed!” He clasped his chest dramatically, pretending to stagger.
Sean snorted. “Save the theatrics for your acting classes. Maybe we can hang out tomorrow.”
Darren’s curiosity was instantly piqued. He quickened his steps to keep pace with Sean. “And who is this lucky person worth ditching me for? A friend? A cousin? Or — wait, is it a girlfriend?” he asked, eyes gleaming with playful suspicion.
Sean’s cheeks heated slightly at the word ‘girlfriend,’ his mind briefly whisked away by the thought of holding Lareina’s hand, walking her home while their shadows intertwined under the setting sun. The idea alone made his heart skip.
“Whoa, whoa! Are you blushing?!” Darren teased, nudging Sean’s side. “Now I need to meet this person. I need to see the girl who has managed to capture Sean Zhan, the boy whom everyone wants but no one gets!”
“Tch. Don’t start with that nonsense. It’s my best friend, Lareina. The one I always talk about,” Sean muttered.
“Ah! The girl you’re secretly in love with?” Darren raised an eyebrow, grinning.
Sean halted abruptly, spinning to face him with wide eyes. “When did I ever tell you that?”
Darren stared at him like he was the most oblivious man alive. “Seriously? You’re asking me that? You didn’t have to tell me, Sean. It’s all over your face whenever you talk about her. Your eyes practically turn into little hearts. Even a blind man could see it.”
Sean groaned and rubbed his face, feeling the heat of embarrassment creep up his neck. “Is it really that obvious? Then why hasn’t she noticed?”
Darren shrugged, a more serious look crossing his face. “Either she’s completely dense, or she’s pretending not to notice. Sometimes, when it comes to childhood best friends, one of you stays quiet because you’re afraid of ruining everything. Maybe that’s her.”
Sean was about to respond when a familiar voice called out, cutting their conversation short.
“Sean!”
They both turned to see Lareina hurrying toward them, her smile bright and infectious, her hair bouncing with each step. She looked happy to see him, waving as she ran across the open space of the campus courtyard.
“Hey, I was just on my way to pick you up,” Sean greeted her, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
“I figured as much. But our professor let us out early, so I waited with the others. Then I saw you walking, so I ran over.”
She paused, noticing Darren standing nearby, watching them with keen interest.
“Oh, I didn’t know you had company! Who’s this?” she asked with a curious tilt of her head.
Sean slapped his forehead lightly, realizing his lapse. “Right! This is Darren, one of my closest friends from the first year. We were classmates before he shifted to the Performing Arts. He’s your senior now.”
Lareina’s face lit up. “Oh wow! I love acting. Maybe you can teach me a thing or two someday.”
Darren laughed. “Anytime! Though I must say, Sean here never mentioned how pretty his best friend is.”
Lareina chuckled bashfully. “Thank you! Oh, by the way...” She glanced around. “Where’s Yvo? He was just with me a minute ago.”
Sean’s pleasant mood instantly soured at the mention of that name. Darren, picking up on the shift, leaned close and whispered, “Who’s Yvo? Her boyfriend?”
Sean’s scowl deepened. “Of course not! He’s just a classmate,” he snapped defensively.
“Yikes. Touchy,” Darren muttered under his breath.
Before the air between them could get tenser, Lareina returned with a boy trailing behind her. He was tall, pale, with sharp eyes and a stoic expression that seemed permanently etched on his face.
“Darren Gege, this is Yvo, my friend starting today. Yvo, this is Darren Gege, Sean’s friend and our Performing Arts senior.”
Yvo barely glanced at Darren. “Nice to meet you,” he said flatly, his tone devoid of warmth or interest. Without waiting for a reply, he turned back to Lareina. “Your friend’s here. I’ll leave now.”
Without another word, he walked away, his presence like a cold gust of wind that left an uncomfortable chill behind.
“What a rude bastard,” Sean muttered under his breath, glaring at Yvo’s back as he disappeared into the crowd.
“Don’t mind him. He’s always like that, cold on the outside but a nice person once you get to know him,” Lareina explained, still trying to defend Yvo.
Darren, however, was not fooled. He smirked and whispered close to Sean’s ear, “Looks like you’ve got yourself a rival, buddy.”
Sean clenched his fists at his sides, his gaze lingering where Yvo had vanished. Rival? Maybe Darren was right. Maybe Yvo was more than just a classmate to Lareina, and that thought alone made Sean’s stomach twist in knots he could not easily untangle.
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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







