Semua Bab Romanticism System: Bab 41 - Bab 48

The school hallways were quiet after the final bell.Students were spilling out the gates, laughing, arguing, living their simple lives.But Seo Joonwoo wasn’t heading home.He stood at the corner of the corridor, watching from a distance as Baek Doyun walked ahead alone, again. His black hair swayed lightly as he moved, posture straight but heavy, as though carrying an invisible weight on his shoulders.The air between them felt like two different worlds one warm and bright, the other cold and untouchable.And still, Joonwoo followed.(He’s always like this… walking as if he doesn’t belong anywhere.)(But no one’s born to walk alone.)The faint echo of his sneakers trailed after Doyun’s steady steps.But before he could take another, a hand caught his shoulder.“Yo.”It was Lee Seojun, leaning casually against the wall. His brown mullet caught the golden light, and his expression wasn’t angry it was knowing.Behind him stood Park Jihoon, Daejin, Seungmin, and the rest. They weren’t h

The sky was gray when Baek Doyun stepped out of bed.Not storm-gray, not rain-grayjust that soft, muted color of a day that didn’t care whether it existed or not.It suited him.He brushed his hair back, tying it loosely, the black strands falling past his shoulders. His movements were calm… practiced. Like someone who had lived many years inside the same routine, even though he was only fifteen.His room smelled faintly of cedar and cold air.No warmth.No clutter.Just clean surfaces and silence.He chose his uniform, adjusting the collar.Perfect. As always.But his eyesthe mirror stubbornly reflected what he didn’t want to see.A faint exhaustion.A quiet kind of loneliness that even perfect tailoring couldn’t hide.He grabbed his bag and stepped out.Downstairs, Hyun straightened immediately.“Good morning, young master.”Doyun nodded once.“Morning.”In the kitchen, everything was untouchedplates lined neatly, fruit in a bowl, water bottles perfectly arranged.A house built

Joonwoo took another step forward, worry tightening his voice.“Doyun, what’s wrong?”Doyun finally lifted his eyes to him.Cold.Flat.Like he’d built a wall in the span of a heartbeat.“Nothing.”The word dropped between them like ice.Joonwoo froze.Doyun’s gaze wasn’t angryit was the kind of look someone gives when they don’t want to be touched because they’re barely holding themselves together.But to everyone else, it just looked heartless.He adjusted his bag, expression unreadable.“Don’t worry about things that aren’t yours.” Doyun said quietly.It wasn’t rude.But it cut deeper than shouting ever could.Hyun moved beside him, opening the car door.Doyun stepped forward without looking back.But Joonwoo couldn’t accept it.“Even if it’s cold… even if you push me away…”he said, voice trembling but loud enough for Doyun to hear,“I care. So tell me someday. I’ll wait.”Doyun paused.Just for a second.His fingers tightened around the car door handle.Hyun saw it, that tiny tr

After school, the seven boys spilled out into the warm orange glow of late afternoon — but none of them headed home.They had one mission:Find Baek Doyun.The problem?None of them knew where he lived.WellExcept one.“Seungmin… spill it.”Seungmin rubbed the back of his neck as everyone stared at him.“Uh… okay, okay, chill.”He pointed his thumb at himself with a smirk.“I may or may not have… stalker-level intel on Baek Doyun.”Joonwoo blinked.“…Why?”Seungmin looked offended.“Bro. He’s mysterious. I thought he was a killer or something! I Googled him once!”Jihoon facepalmed.“You’re unbelievable.”But Joonwoo grabbed Seungmin’s shoulders desperately.“Where is it? His house?”Seungmin held up both hands, thinking.“Well… not exactly a house. More like… this super expensive secluded vacation villa area on the hill. The ‘rich-people-who-don’t-like-people’ zone.”Daejin clicked his tongue.“Tch. Makes sense.”“Lead the way.” Joonwoo said.Seungmin sighed dramatically.“Fine, fin