Romanticism System
(What a day… cafeteria stares, that pink-haired guy—Seungmin—suddenly showing up, and people whispering about me like I’m some big deal.
He scratched the back of his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
(Still… he seemed like a good guy. Friendly.)
The door creaked open.
“I’m home,” Joonwoo called out, slipping off his shoes and neatly placing them by the rack.
From the living room, a cheerful voice rang out.
“How’s your day, son?”
Seo Junghwan peeked his head around the couch. His thinning hair stuck up at odd angles, like he’d just lost a wrestling match with a pillow. A faint soy sauce stain decorated the collar of his T-shirt, proof of his careless lunch.
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