《Swallowed》


 Chapter 1

    Dad had exceptionally broad shoulders. It could have been more so because I was a child, but even now, the shoulders wider than my face would come to mind first. I didn¡¯t even realize it was because I was always looking from behind.


    That day, Se-yeong was sitting in the back seat, watching her dad drive. He¡¯s usually gentle, but when he got behind the wheel, he would speed up as if he had changed into another person. If the car in front was even a little slow, he couldn¡¯t stand the frustration and would try to overtake it, and would lose awareness of his surroundings. That was why her mom hated riding her dad¡¯s car. Because of that, she often lamented that he had learned to drive a car he had never driven in before.


    That day, she and her dad were on their way to the country house. Her mom didn¡¯t attend, saying she was going to visit her sister-in-law, who had undergone an operation for thyroid cancer a few days ago. The car sped as fast as it always had. It only briefly slowed down when a warning to comply with the speed limit of 80 km/hr was issued, and in an area without cameras, exceeded 120 km/hr, speeding narrowly between cars.


    ¡®Dad, if you run like this, you¡¯re going to get scolded by mom again.¡¯


    ¡®Not if Se-yeong doesn¡¯t talk about it.¡¯


    Her dad looked in the rearview mirror with a grin, telling her not to tell her mom. Se-yeong pouted her lips and narrowed her eyes. But she didn¡¯t worry much because she knew how good her dad was at driving. He was an accident-free driver.


    Looking out the window, they were getting out of the highway soon. When she grabbed the handle on the window in preparation for the corner, her dad laughed, asking if she was very scared. Nevertheless, he also stepped on the brakes because he couldn¡¯t turn the corner at a speed of more than 100 km/hr. However, the speed did not slow down much when entering the corner.


    ¡®Huh?¡¯


    It was a short word. Se-yeong did not know how hard he was braking at the moment. She was struggling to balance her body to keep from being pulled through the window simply because of the speed that did not decrease when turning the corner completely. However, no matter how much force she applied, she didn¡¯t know her body would fall from the car door as if it were a magnet.


    ¡®Dad, slow down¡­!¡¯


    Were the words conveyed to her dad? When Se-yeong opened her mouth, the car was already being sucked into the back of a truck in front of her.


    Even in March, the wind was still chilly. The campus, which was quiet during vacation, was crowded with students since this morning. Many students were seen wearing long-padded jackets or overcoats, but some wore thin and refreshing spring clothes regardless of the chilly weather. It was evident they were new students as they had an indelible look of excitement.


    Se-yeong, who was huddling and walking briskly in the cold wind, entered the International Studies Hall. Just by entering the building, she left the cold behind her and her hunched shoulders straightened out. The cafe on the first floor already had quite a long line. As she headed there, Park Yoo-jeong, a student who was there first, waved her hand.


    ¡°Han-se, over here!¡±


    After a long time, as if her style had changed over vacation, Yoo-jeong was wearing a white jacket and a vivid blue long skirt. She (Se-yeong) thought she (Yoo-jeong) paid attention because it was the first day of school, but soon realized that it was because of the welcoming party for freshmen.


    Today was Friday, so the student council president boldly set the first day of the semester as the day of the general meeting. He said he would hold a welcoming party for freshmen, so he planned to drink until the day changed.


    ¡¸Why are you so pretty? Blue looks good.¡¹


    As Se-yeong moved her hands, an empty voice came out. Yoo-jeong, who understood exactly even though her dry lips did not move, frowned with her eyes and smiled. She was used to it now. Han Se-yeong¡¯s words came from the bluetooth speaker on her neck, not from her mouth.


    (P/N: She¡¯s understanding Se-yeong¡¯s situation and the reasons behind why she uses the bluetooth speaker to talk rather than speaking the words out with her mouth.)


    ¡°I paid a lot of attention. Your hair grew a lot as well? Is this a layered perm? Pretty. It looks great on you.¡±


    Se-yeong¡¯s face was white without blood, so when she had long straight hair, the contrast of black and white made her look very cold, but just by applying a perm softened her sharp atmosphere. She may have paid some attention to the opening of the semester, as her black hair was still glossy even though it was still windy.


    Yoo-jeong arranged her (Se-yeong¡¯s) hair that was stuck to the ribbed knit. Se-yeong was wearing a beige long knit dress and black suede ankle boots. The legs that were slightly exposed under the knit dress, which was thick but showed off the curves of her body, were smooth. Makeup was done with eyeliner and lip balm, but the redness, caused by the cold, on her clear skin made her look very innocent and pretty.


    Se-yeong moved her fingers on her cell phone again and pressed the keyboards quickly and accurately. Because the day was cold, her knuckles were slightly swollen.


    ¡¸It¡¯s difficult to manage because it¡¯s so long.¡¹


    ¡°It must be annoying to dry. I hate washing my hair because it¡¯s cold.¡±


    (P/N: Her head will feel cold after leaving the shower since her hair will be wet.)


    Washing and drying the hair was always hard work. When she looked at Yoo-jeong¡¯s short hair with envious eyes, she (Yoo-jeong) complained that she could not just let her hair be since it would stretch out if dried carelessly, so she usually wouldn¡¯t dry her hair. It meant that the length was short but troublesome.


    ¡°Right. You¡¯re going to attend the general meeting today, right? We can go straight to the bar.¡±


    ¡¸Okay.¡¹


    Even if the student council president announced the mandatory attendance of the previous year, the welcoming party for freshmen could be missed depending on their personal preference by the third year. However, it was noticeable that there was a tendency to emphasize unity. Besides, there was a great reason for everyone to not miss it this time.


    ¡°I guess he¡¯s unusually handsome. I heard the school was turned upside down during welcome week.¡±


    The unexpected remark was about the freshman who entered the school. Rumors had it that he was so handsome he should have been admitted into the Department of Theater and Film, but was instead assigned to the wrong department due to a computer error.


    ¡°The light finally shines on our fingers. Yes, your cornea should be blessed.¡±


    Global Communication Major in the Department of International Studies. It was a new department established 5 years ago, and was famous for its hellish curriculum that required both English and Chinese to be able to graduate. Se-yeong and Yoo-jeong were in their third year, but there were no outstanding figures, looking up or down. For the first time, a handsome freshman entered such a department, so everyone¡¯s expectations hit the sky.


    (T/N: No matter what year people look at, there were no outstanding figures in their department. Because of that, everyone had high expectations for this new freshman since he is ¡°so¡± handsome.)


    ¡°My expectations are rising in real time because I haven¡¯t seen his face yet. What if it isn¡¯t as good as I thought.¡±


    ¡¸I¡¯m sure he¡¯s handsome.¡¹


    Upon hearing the strangely certain tone, Yoo-jeong looked at Se-yeong. Se-yeong probably hadn¡¯t seen his face yet, but it just sounded like she knew how handsome he was.


    ¡°Hey, why is it so cold today!¡±


    Jang Da-ram, who just opened the door and entered, found the two and ran. He was buried in a long-padded jacket as if it was still in the middle of winter.


    ¡°Wow, your clothes are thin?¡±


    ¡°Jang Da-ram-ssi, still a long-padded jacket?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s best to be warm since I¡¯m getting older.¡±


    ¡°Hey. You look like a middle school student?¡±


    ¡°Hehe, would you look like a 5 year old if you were next to me?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s a great thing.¡±


    ¡°Good. You look young.¡±


    Da-ram teased Yoo-jeong, curling his body to a smaller size and shivering. Da-ram was nicknamed a squirrel because of his name, but he was actually small and cute enough to be reminded of a squirrel. Yoo-jeong hugged him and tried to tickle his chin because he was so cute. She could only see his face and fingers because of his long-padded jacket that almost extended to his ankles.


    Da-ram, who was struggling to escape from Yoo-jeong¡¯s arms, reached out to Se-yeong for help. Se-yeong, who was watching the two with a smile, quickly grabbed Da-ram¡¯s hand and pulled him because she thought it was getting too noisy. Held by Se-yeong, Da-ram gave Yoo-jeong a fist. Yoo-jeong laughed, saying it was a little bit too much, then realized that the line had shortened, so she quickly moved forward.


    Se-yeong and Yoo-jeong, members of ¡®Iced Americano Even If I Freeze to Death¡¯, ordered ice, while Da-ram, member of ¡®Americano That is Hot and Warm Even If I Die¡¯, ordered hot coffee. Da-ram said it wasn¡¯t the time to do this. Especially in this weather, for the trembling Da-ram, it wasn¡¯t even a question of asking whether or not to drink an iced drink.


    ¡°Let¡¯s hurry and go. The professor, won¡¯t overlook tardiness.¡±


    (P/N: The pause after Professor, here, is due to Da-ram pausing for a moment in his speech since he¡¯s cold and most likely is speaking stiltedly as a result.)


    When they entered the classroom, familiar faces were already sitting down. There were animated conversations blooming here and there, asking about their current situations. It was about who became an exchange student, who enlisted, and most of them were information that she had heard about during vacation. While chatting, time flew by, and a man with a somewhat unique personality entered the classroom.


    ¡°Hurry up and sit down. I¡¯m going to start class.¡±


    A silent jeer broke out because he said he would start class on the first day. Yoo-jeong, who sat next to Se-yeong, already looked bored.


    The professor in charge of the ¡®Language and Society¡¯ lecture today was notorious for his strictness. It was common for him to be sensitive to tardiness and absences, and scores would be deducted just by falling asleep. Instead, if the class attitude was good because the exam was easy, A+ would not be available.


    Although the electronic attendance method was used, it was a small-sized lecture, so the professor learned faces by calling names one by one. The professor, who was calling one by one, soon called Se-yeong¡¯s name. ¡°Yes,¡± after he heard the short answer, he wrinkled his eyebrows a little, loosened them, and looked at Se-yeong.


    ¡°It¡¯s you. The girl who can¡¯t speak.¡±


    Yoo-jeong¡¯s expression crumbled. It was true that his personality was twisted.


    Se-yeong moved her fingers with a grave expression, and soon, an answer popped out of the speaker around her neck.


    ¡¸I can speak.¡¹


    ¡°That¡¯s not what I¡¯m saying. To be precise, it¡¯s written.¡±


    Only then did everyone realize that he pitied Se-yeong. A different energy from curiosity was felt. He spoke nonchalantly with both arms on the electronic table.


    ¡°You¡¯re in the third year, and you know that talking has temporal synchronization, right? On the other hand, writing takes longer to compose and choose what to express, so Han Se-yeong has an advantage over other students here.¡±


    Advantageous. No one had described it as ¡®advantageous¡¯ to Han Se-yeong, who could not speak. No one knew he was sarcastic. The classroom became chaotic.


    ¡°Did you say Broca¡¯s aphasia? If you¡¯ve been treated seriously, I¡¯m sure you can speak a bit, but did you decide to live with your mouth shut? Are you ashamed of stuttering?¡±


    Broca¡¯s aphasia. It was a speech disorder, where one had no problems with hearing or their vocal organ, but could not speak properly.


    She can listen and understand, but when she tried to speak with her mouth, she could not complete a sentence and could not speak words properly, with only the sounds of ¡®Uh Uh¡¯ coming out. Se-yeong, who had suffered from Broca¡¯s aphasia since she was 16 years old, replaced her mouth with a TTS (Text to Speech) program.


    She wasn¡¯t ashamed of stuttering, but she was frustrated to be unable to communicate. ¡®I ate food.¡¯ She couldn¡¯t even say these simple words, stuttering ¨C ¡®ate, ate fo, food¡¯. In her head, she made perfect sentences, but when she tried to put it out of her mouth, the order was mixed up and tangled. She never knew how frustrating and painful it was to be unable to speak the way she had thought.


    The world waited patiently and did not interpret Se-yeong¡¯s words. So Se-yeong abandoned her voice.


    These days, language packed for TTS programs were well-presented and synthetic techniques improved, so the pronunciation was more natural than expected. However, since the variables for pitch height and length had not been controlled yet, the intonation was a little unnatural and emotions cannot be expressed, but there was no problem in communicating.


    When Se-yeong just looked at him quietly without explaining the situation or refuting his words, the professor scoffed at her. She didn¡¯t know if he disliked the idea of having a disability, or if he didn¡¯t like her performance, but judging from his attitude, it was obvious that she would be struggling throughout the whole semester.


    The professor, who watched her lips twist unsightly, laughed and began to call for attendance again. As if nothing had happened.


    ¡°Wow, the personality is really terrible. He¡¯s the language and social studies professor? How do you teach with that personality?¡±


    As soon as they went outside after class, Yoo-jeong vented her anger, beating her chest. While heading to the department¡¯s office to schedule a meeting with her advisor, she continued to get angry as if she had been attacked. Da-ram didn¡¯t get angry openly, but thinking like Yoo-jeong, he gave a little advice to Se-yeong.


    ¡°Se-yeong, make sure to record the class. If he makes discriminatory remarks, you should use them as evidence. If you put everything in the class evaluation, he can get fired.¡±


    Da-ram¡¯s words sounded even more terrifying than those of Yoo-jeong, who was angry like fire. Clearly, the professor was not a full-time professor just now, so he can either be penalized or fired based on his evaluation score of the lecture.


    ¡¸Yeah. I don¡¯t want to suffer.¡¹


    Da-ram smiled as if he liked Se-yeong¡¯s answer.


    ¡°No matter how easy the exam is, I hate that I have to see that twisted man all semester long.¡±


    Se-yeong agreed with Yoo-jeong¡¯s words. It wasn¡¯t the first time she met someone who pitied her. Most of the people she met after she got hurt were like that. They were always curious, judged and defined at their disposal. Some parents complained that Se-yeong didn¡¯t like going to school with their child.

 Chapter 2

    ¡°What, why is stagnant water coming into the crowd? Is there a rumor that this place has pure water?¡±


    Ji-yeon, the assistant teacher, recognized the third years and laughed as students crowded the small department office. Next to her stood an attractive tall man.


    He was wide-shouldered and thick-chested as if he worked out diligently. The white shirt was tight only on the chest. Even though he was a man, his long legs that fell below the narrow waist were beautiful.


    He bowed and greeted politely.


    ¡°Hello. I¡¯m Baek Je-ha, a first year.¡±


    The freshman, who introduced himself as Baek Je-ha, gave off a clear and strong impression from his handsome appearance. It could only be described as perfect, with a tall figure well over 190 cm, a handsome look, and a trendy style.


    ¡°You are so dazzlingly handsome¡­¡±


    Someone was mesmerized and poured out admiration. Everyone in the place agreed wholeheartedly. The rumor wasn¡¯t exaggerated. Everyone was so overwhelmed by his breathtakingly handsome features and couldn¡¯t speak to him.


    Je-ha, who looked around the group of third years, soon made eye contact with Se-yeong and greeted her with a nod. A subtle smile laid around his eyes.


    ¡°Han-se, are you acquainted with the first-year?¡±


    Yoo-jeong asked with amazement. Se-yeong didn¡¯t answer and stared at Je-ha.


    ¡°You see, Je-ha is Se-yeong and Jin-wook¡¯s junior. He comes and visits once a year.¡±


    It was Ji-yeon, the assistant teacher, who solved her curiosity. Yoo-jeong wanted to scream, but she saw Ji-yeon and shut her mouth. Ji-yeon, who would usually nag for everyone to lower their voices because she hated noisy things, quickly called the department representative as if she didn¡¯t want the office to be noisy.


    ¡°What¡¯s up with the third years?¡±


    After hearing from Dong-hyeon about the one-on-one meeting with the professor, he handed her (Se-yeong) a table with times written on it.


    ¡°Come on, come on. It¡¯s cramped, so don¡¯t do this here and get out.¡±


    The third years rushed out upon receiving the notice to leave. Se-yeong also went out without hesitation, but as soon as she went outside, she was caught by Yoo-jeong.


    ¡°Hey, Han-se.¡±


    She looked carefully at Se-yeong with a face dying of curiosity. The two didn¡¯t pretend to know each other, but somehow, it didn¡¯t feel like they were complete strangers.


    ¡°Why didn¡¯t you tell me? He must have been famous in high school.¡±


    Se-yeong nodded her head. Even when Baek Je-ha just entered high school, the school was noisy, talking all about his good looks and talents. A famous agency came for him everyday, and photos were spread on SNS saying [These days, the school meal service is about appearance level.jpg]. Among the third years, it was popular to carry pictures of Baek Je-ha as amulets.


    Reminiscing of her high school days, Se-yeong¡¯s expression became stiff. She was also famous enough that everyone at her school knew her, but it was not because she was as good as Baek Je-ha, but because she was unique.


    No. 1 unspeakable. The modifier followed Se-yeong throughout all 3 years of high school. She was bullied, and because of her good grades, she received complaints from parents. There were the bullies¡¯ parents who came out of frustration, asking if they (their children) should have teased her if she spoke well, and there were parents who stormed into the principal¡¯s office, saying they didn¡¯t want Se-yeong to be in the same class just because she couldn¡¯t speak.


    ¡®Then, I¡¯ll apply to the same university as Senior.¡¯


    She thought there was no way he would keep his words. Se-yeong¡¯s chest was throbbing so much her ribs were stiff and painful. Although she had been hiding her facial expressions, her hands trembled ever since she saw Jeha.


    ¡¸I didn¡¯t know who the first year was. How could I have known it was Baek Je-ha. I haven¡¯t been in touch.¡¹


    ¡°Ah¡­. But it¡¯s still fascinating. High school senior and junior. Did you know each other when you were in school?¡±


    When asked if she knew, Se-yeong¡¯s fingers did not move immediately and paused for a moment. She vaguely remembered her high school days.


    The clothes she saw on Baek Je-ha were not much different from the high school uniforms. Even when he wore a white shirt and navy uniform pants, he was bright and refreshing, unlike his peers.


    ¡¸A little. He¡¯s more handsome. He¡¯s tall. I don¡¯t think he was that tall.¡¹


    Se-yeong, who was a little less than 170 cm and wasn¡¯t small for a woman, had to look up a lot. Two years ago, he was a little taller than Se-yeong, but he always played basketball with his friends, so he seemed to have grown taller.


    ¡°You¡¯re right. He¡¯s really tall. You think he¡¯s over 190? That build. His shoulders are like the Pacific Ocean. Did you see the thick chest? I almost had a nosebleed.¡±


    ¡°When did you see the thickness of the chest?¡±


    ¡°Middle school students don¡¯t know the taste yet.¡±


    ¡°What taste? Are you a pervert?¡±


    While Da-ram and Yoo-jeong argued, Se-yeong recalled the moment Je-ha and her made eye contact. She only met his eyes, but she felt like she was going to get sucked into them. She blinked a few times as if to shake off the afterimage of that look.


    ¡°Senior Se-yeong!¡±


    At that time, the office door opened and Je-ha urgently looked for Se-yeong. Even though the friendly address attracted attention, he looked around without any signs of care. A bright smile was drawn around his mouth, quickly finding Se-yeong among the third years who gathered here and there.


    As if he had teleported, he approached quickly and grabbed Se-yeong¡¯s arm. As if he thought she would run away if he took his hand off, his hold on her was very strong.


    ¡°Hey, you¡¯re the only one left. What time are you going to have the meeting? The time remaining¡­.¡±


    At that time, with his eyes fixed on the timetable, the exaggerated Choi Dong-hyeon approached. Holding the almost filled table, he frowned upon seeing Je-ha holding Se-yeong¡¯s arm.


    (P/N: The exaggerated in here is referring to Choi Dong-hyeon¡¯s overly dramatic personality.)


    ¡°What, first year? Why are you holding her arm?¡±


    Would he let go of Se-yeong¡¯s arm on Dong-hyeon¡¯s criticism? She looked up at him. He had no reason to hold onto her otherwise. However, Je-ha answered with a friendly smile without taking his hand off.


    ¡°I¡¯m afraid I¡¯ll miss it.¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    At the incomprehensible answer, Dong-hyeon answered with a puzzled expression. However, before the two continued the conversation, Se-yeong took the table he was holding and wrote her name in an empty spot.


    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    Passing the table over to Yoo-jeong, Se-yeong¡¯s eyes were asking ¡®Satisfied?¡¯. Dong-hyeon knew that Se-yeong didn¡¯t like others interfering with her affairs, so, although unsatisfied, he didn¡¯t talk long and told Yoo-jeong to decide quickly.


    Da-ram took Yoo-jeong, who looked at Se-yeong and Je-ha with an interesting expression, and brought her off to the side. Je-ha thanked in a soft voice for the consideration to allow the two to converse with some privacy.


    Se-yeong, who looked down at her captured arm, looked up. Je-ha was smiling, but his eyes clearly showed that he didn¡¯t want to let go. He revealed his feelings without hiding anything.


    ¡°I missed you.¡±


    When their eyes met, Je-ha laughed with a sigh. He felt relieved that he finally caught her after playing tag for a long time.


    ¡°When did you change your number? I called you right after I passed, but it said the number was out of service¡­.¡±


    Before he finished speaking, Se-yeong lowered her head and touched her cell phone. Although he held her arm, it wasn¡¯t too much not to be able to move.


    ¡¸Long time no see. Nice to meet you. I didn¡¯t know you passed. Congratulations.¡¹


    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    ¡¸His name is Kim Jin-wook in the second year, and he¡¯s your senior, too. It¡¯ll be more comfortable because it¡¯s the same guy. Ask him if you have any questions. I¡¯ll tell him to be nice.¡¹


    After saying everything, Se-yeong turned her head to the side. Da-ram and Yoo-jeong, who had already finished their business, were watching as if they were interesting. Although she tried to move her steps there, Je-ha stood in her way. He stood with his back facing the other third years and looked down at Se-yeong. His shadow sank, as if enshrouding Se-yeong.


    ¡°That¡¯s not it. Why do you say that. We¡­.¡±


    ¡°Ah, it¡¯s Baek Je-ha. Hey!¡±


    It was the moment when laughter disappeared from Je-ha¡¯s voice. It was just as someone was climbing the stairs as they called out happily to him (Je-ha). Se-yeong¡¯s gaze slid down the stairs.


    ¡°Baek Je-ha, are you going to have lunch? We¡¯re going to eat pizza¡­ Heuk!¡±


    Three or four students came up talking to Je-ha, and when they saw Se-yeong, they exchanged glances curiously. It was not until they reached Je-ha¡¯s side that they noticed there were others. Realizing that she was their senior, they greeted awkwardly with a nervous face.


    ¡°Hello!¡±


    Se-yeong took advantage of other colleagues¡¯ greetings and moved around Je-ha to her friends.


    Je-ha realized that Se-yeong was avoiding him, but understood that the place was not good to question her, so he no longer held on. His clenched fist slowly gained strength.


    ¡°What. Didn¡¯t you guys only know a little?¡±


    ¡¸It must have been nice to see me after a long time.¡¹


    No matter how glad you are, would you usually express that you missed them? Yoo-jeong thought it was strange, but she kept her mouth shut when she realized Se-yeong was walking with an attitude of wanting to leave this place.


    Da-ram glanced at Je-ha, surrounded by a group of first years. Je-ha, who was looking this way, caught his gaze and smiled. He had large eyes, so he had a strong impression when he smiled ¨C bold and powerful.


    ¡°Were you guys dating?¡±


    Da-ram furtively asked after they left the International Studies Hall and were on their way out the back gate for lunch. And speaking of dating, Yoo-jeong couldn¡¯t be left behind. She poked Se-yeong in the ribs to tell them the truth.


    ¡¸No way. You know, it¡¯s a little¡­.¡¹


    Se-yeong burst into laughter, saying she was ticklish and for Yoo-jeong to stop by typing letters on her cellphone. In order to escape Yoo-jeong¡¯s tickling, she had run away, leaving no chance for them to ask anything out of her. Da-ram recalled Je-ha¡¯s eyes he saw a while ago, and shook his head to shake it off.


    ¡°That¡¯s the senior, right? The Little Mermaid of the International Studies Department.¡±


    It was not until the third years had completely disappeared that a freshman opened his mouth. Since a while ago, he had a difficult time holding back what he wanted to say.


    The Little Mermaid of the International Studies Department. It was Han Se-yeong¡¯s nickname. Se-yeong hated being called the Little Mermaid because the title The Little Mermaid was based on the information that she cannot speak. However, there were many people who called her that, regardless of the opinion of the person concerned. It was because there was nothing better to express Se-yeong than that.


    ¡°She¡¯s really pretty. She¡¯s really just like the Little Mermaid. How do those big eyes, nose, and mouth fit in that little face?¡±


    ¡°But why can¡¯t she speak?¡±


    ¡°I heard it¡¯s some kind of aphasia. She thinks about everything, but she can¡¯t talk, so her grades are really good.¡±


    ¡°What¡¯s the point of getting good grades? You can¡¯t get a job anyway, right?¡±


    ¡°I heard she came into our department to enter a foreign company.¡±


    Se-young¡¯s direct junior in high school, Je-ha remained rather silent, and his peers talked about rumors of this and that as if they knew her well.


    He didn¡¯t respond and just listened. No, actually, it didn¡¯t even enter his ears. He didn¡¯t care about what others said about Han Se-yeong.


    Rather, his heart ached from the cold attitude Se-yeong had shown a little while ago. Why did she act like they didn¡¯t know each other? He had been waiting for today to meet Han Se-yeong.


    Even when he was surprised that her phone number had changed, he was not shocked because he knew he could meet her when he was admitted into the university.


    ¡°I heard she can¡¯t talk at all? A stutterer? Something like that.¡±


    ¡°What¡¯s a stutterer? Instead of being unable to speak, you¡¯re just stuttering?¡±


    ¡°I guess so.¡±


    ¡°Then, does she really need to do that? What¡¯s wrong with stuttering a bit?¡±


    ¡°Isn¡¯t it because she¡¯s embarrassed? She¡¯s so pretty, but you sober up when she stutters.¡±


    It was a conversation they could have because they were freshmen who did not know much about Se-yeong¡¯s condition. They tilted their heads as they didn¡¯t understand.


    ¡°Kim Woo-rim.¡±


    Then, Je-ha called her name. Woo-rim, whose name was called, blushed slightly. Since she fell in love with him at first sight, her heart kept beating and she kept losing herself. She originally had a bustling personality, but she would become meek in front of Baek Je-ha for no reason. She got to know him a little at the freshman orientation, but she did not confess.


    ¡°Who said that?¡±


    ¡°Huh?¡±


    ¡°Who said that she was just stuttering?¡±


    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    Woo-rim, who was pointed out, blushed, and her breathing became short as if she were embarrassed. He was clearly criticizing her now. She judges others¡¯ suffering at will and thinks it¡¯s ridiculous.


    The broad smile seemed rather sharp, so Woo-rim shut her mouth. She was guessing because she didn¡¯t know, but she was embarrassed to be criticized like this.


    ¡°No matter who said it, did I say something wrong?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m not sure. I hate seeing people do this behind their back when they don¡¯t even know. Can I talk about my 2 years seniors like this?¡±


    His smile disappeared, and Je-ha¡¯s visage turned cold. Her friends, who she had been speaking to, hurriedly shut their mouths when he told them that they were talking behind their senior¡¯s back. No matter how much they say they don¡¯t have military discipline in college these days, it¡¯s not a good thing if what they said carelessly about this senior and that senior were heard.


    Je-ha turned around while everyone was exchanging glances. She (Woo-rim) offered to eat lunch together, but no one caught him.

 Chapter 3

    ¡°Senior Han Se-yeong.¡±


    The highlight of the opening ceremony was before the drinking party was ripe. Just after the student council president¡¯s toast was finished, Je-ha sat next to her. The seat next to Se-yeong was empty. No, he seemed to have been waiting for the seat to become available.


    When Se-yeong squinted her eyes, Je-ha responded with a soft smile, conveying that she couldn¡¯t stop him. During the day, Se-yeong avoided him coldly, but he didn¡¯t seem to care.


    Yoo-jeong, who sat across from her, decided to speak cheekily.


    ¡°Hey, first year. Isn¡¯t this seat for the third years?¡±


    ¡°Yes. I wanted to talk to Senior Han Se-yeong, so I sat down for a bit.¡±


    But even in front of his seniors of two years, he was astute. No one told him to go back to his seat because they couldn¡¯t spit on his smiling face. No, rather, Baek Je-ha came to the third year seats, and they showed a clear liking for it.


    Today¡¯s main protagonists were the first and second years, and the third and fourth years were, in fact, the only ones drinking alcohol. He was a green freshman, a freshman who¡¯s handsome enough to shine a halo, so who would hate it when he came on his own with a smile?


    ¡°Then take the penalty drink first. I¡¯ll let you stay here if you drink all of it.¡±


    Yoo-jeong shook a green soju bottle with an excited gesture. Although it was a weakness that had not been exposed yet, Je-ha was not afraid and quickly held out his glass.


    ¡°I¡¯ll accept it gratefully.¡±


    ¡°Oh, you can drink?¡±


    ¡°A little. I learned it from my father.¡±


    Even Baek Je-ha¡¯s personality was suave. He lightly one-shot it as if it were water. He kept a smile on his face without a grimace as he didn¡¯t frown even once.


    ¡°Wow, he¡¯s so handsome that he looks like he¡¯s in a CF drink. Baek Je-ha, be honest with me. You know you¡¯re handsome.¡±


    (T/N: CF refers to a commercial drink or a commercial.)


    ¡°Actually, I don¡¯t know. Am I really handsome?¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re flirting in front of your seniors.¡±


    Even at the sound of flirting, he smiled. And yet, that smile didn¡¯t seem to be a waste at all. The impression drawn by straight eyebrows and thick eyelashes was very clear. The eyes in them gleamed like stars. Despite his age, his spirited eyes made it impossible for anyone to belittle him.


    Je-ha filled the empty glass in front of Se-yeong, and held out his empty glass. Se-yeong had no choice but to pick up the bottle and pour the drink as he wanted. While holding the glass, Je-ha looked at Se-yeong. At that straight gaze, Se-yeong¡¯s mouth dried, making her thirsty.


    When Je-ha came, the third year table became noisy. Originally, the third and fourth year tables were only for drinking quietly. Since the fourth years mostly only showed their faces, the fourth years who stayed and looked for fun places like hyenas, brought chairs and sat down next to Je-ha.


    When Je-ha drank well, as if he was drinking water, without quitting, the atmosphere heated up and bottles of alcohol quickly piled up on the table.


    Se-yeong wasn¡¯t a bad drinker, but she thought she would get drunk if she drank at this rate, so she put her glass down.


    Je-ha, who came here to talk to Se-yeong, continued to drink without talking to her while dealing with the seniors.


    Se-yeong knew Je-ha since he was a freshman in high school, but it was the first time she had seen him drinking. In Se-yeong¡¯s memory, Baek Je-ha was a refreshing ¨C like a cider ¨C and sweet ¨C like a spring breeze ¨C boy who could neither drink nor smoke.


    He must have been hectic just taking the exams for two years without contact, but when did he grow up to drink so well?


    Suddenly, it occurred to her that two years was not a short time at all.


    ¡°Senior, hair¡­.¡±


    Je-ha¡¯s soft voice pierced through the gaps in Se-yeong¡¯s hair and reached her ears. Se-yeong slapped his hand in surprise as she felt her cheek being grazed. It was a reflex.


    ¡°Your hair is about to touch the plate.¡±


    Even though she hit him quite hard, Je-ha reached out again as if nothing happened and put Se-yeong¡¯s hair behind her shoulder. The bluetooth speaker worn around her neck was slightly revealed. Yoo-jeong¡¯s gaze in front of her was slightly distorted. She knew that Se-yeong insisted on long hair not because it suited her well, but because it covered the speaker.


    Se-yeong tried to restore her hair, but left it alone. There was no one here who didn¡¯t know about the speaker anyway.


    More than that, it felt like Je-ha¡¯s cheeks were slightly flushed. The lighting in the bar was dim, so it wasn¡¯t accurate.


    ¡¸How much did you drink?¡¹


    ¡°I don¡¯t know. I drank as much as I was given.¡±


    ¡¸Drink in moderation. Who can take care of you if you¡¯re drunk.¡¹


    ¡°Are you worried about me now? You ignored me like that earlier.¡±


    ¡¸Of course I¡¯m worried. You¡¯re a precious junior.¡¹


    ¡°Precious junior.¡±


    Je-ha repeated Se-yeong¡¯s words and laughed. Se-yeong pretended not to know and emptied the remaining half of the alcohol in her glass.


    Baek Je-ha, who turned his body towards Se-yeong, attracted everyone¡¯s attention. He drew attention with even the slightest act.


    However, as if he was used to it, he looked at Se-yeong without paying attention to other eyes.


    At this point, everyone knew that Baek Je-ha was interested in Se-yeong. Some watched him with great disappointment. The people who looked at Baek Je-ha and kept their feelings internal, were drinking in vain.


    Yoo-jeong, who was giving an excited look, asked lightly as if she was floating.


    ¡°Baek Je-ha. Were you close with Se-yeong?¡±


    Yoo-jeong asked a question, but Je-ha tilted his head slightly and looked at Se-yeong.


    ¡°Senior, were we close?¡±


    The way he spoke was so eloquent that Se-yeong laughed without realizing it. Je-ha¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly at the naturally flowing smile. The tongue, which appeared briefly, licked its lips and hid again.


    ¡¸We knew each other a little.¡¹


    ¡°Then I came all the way to university to meet a senior I knew a little bit about.¡±


    Se-yeong, who was looking at her cell phone screen, raised her head and looked at him. Then Je-ha smiled brightly, saying he would let her off the hook. With that dazzling smile, Se-yeong took her eyes back to the screen, feeling as if she had fallen deeper under the influence of alcohol. If you drank alcohol and didn¡¯t look and write properly, you would get a typo.


    ¡¸I didn¡¯t know you meant it. That¡¯s not how you choose your major. Your mother, I remember she wanted to send you to medical school.¡¹


    ¡°My career path is my choice. I was just thinking about you the whole time.¡±


    He had a light smile the entire time, but the way he looked at Se-yeong was as serious and intense as he was. So she couldn¡¯t take it lightly.


    Yoo-jeong¡¯s mouth opened wide at the depth of the conversation between the two. Judging from Se-yeong¡¯s reaction, it didn¡¯t seem like the two were dating, but Baek Je-ha must have at least had a crush on Se-yeong during that time. He applied to the same university and the same department just because Se-yeong attended there.


    Breathing sounds could be heard here and there. Je-ha¡¯s words were repeated dozens of times and went around the drinking party because people, who couldn¡¯t hear him due to their seats being far away, were curious.


    ¡°Wow, you¡¯re serious. It¡¯s true love.¡±


    Yoo-jeong stuck her tongue out and said, ¡°Oh my, God, Oh my, God¡±. Se-yeong put down her cell phone as if she was not impressed by the words, and wet her lips with a sip of alcohol.


    Je-ha stared at Se-yeong like that. His eyes were more persistent and hotter than any other gaze Se-yeong had ever received in her life.


    Her black hair, resembling the night sky, flowing down to the bottom of her chest, glistened as if tempting him to touch it. Je-ha gently rubbed his fingertips as if resisting the temptation.


    He could see the suppressed emotions clamoring in the big eyes staring in front of him. To prevent her from seeing the overwhelming urge he had, he gave strength to his fingertips, clenching them together forcefully.


    Since it was a drinking party, a bet was made on whether these two were going to date or not today. Yoo-jeong was on the side of dating and sang ¡°Kiss! Kiss!¡±, and some mischievously followed.


    Se-yeong felt that her seat was overheating, and thought it would be better to leave for a while. However, she could see Je-ha¡¯s thighs pressed against her chair.


    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    He was able to reach it because his legs were long. However, Se-yeong, who felt it was like a snare to hold her tight, trembled secretly. Je-ha, who glanced at her, had a nice visage and a bright and cool smile like an innocent 20-year-old.


    Je-ha, who felt Se-yeong¡¯s gaze with a beast-like instinct, turned his head. Then he put his hand on Se-yeong¡¯s thigh. She didn¡¯t understand the gesture of him showing his palm and could only stare at it as he waved it.


    ¡®Are you asking me to hold your hand?¡¯


    While holding back his smile and pretending not to notice, Je-ha turned his hand over. As his body was large, his hand was also big that he easily grabbed Se-yeong¡¯s thigh. The knit dress folded inward. Se-yeong trembled as his thumb pressed against the inside of her thigh.


    Je-ha then leaned slightly toward Se-yeong and whispered. The voice was small but clear, and she was able to hear it from the side even though the bar was noisy.


    ¡°I¡¯m betting on the dating side today, how about Senior?¡±


    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    She couldn¡¯t speak because he asked her as if he were talking about someone else. No, she never spoke. Se-yeong felt dizzy and shook her head.


    ¡°Bet on the not dating side.¡±


    That was unexpected. When she looked at him trying to figure out what he was trying to say, Je-ha smiled softly as he pushed his face closer. As Je-ha laughed, his breath clung to her cheek. She thought it would be cold because it was clear and cool, but the breath she felt was really hot.


    ¡°I will win. If you bet on dating, I will let you go.¡±


    How could he be so natural? Se-yeong couldn¡¯t resist and burst into laughter. She moved her cell phone to her left hand and pushed his forehead hard with her right hand. Se-yeong¡¯s fingers slipped through his hair as she resisted Je-ha as if she didn¡¯t like it. His eyes deeply gleamed at the tickling touch on his scalp.


    ¡°N, No.¡±


    She couldn¡¯t use her cell phone, so she just said it herself. She stuttered a little, but she was satisfied that what she thought had come out exactly. Sometimes she said ¡®No¡¯ with a clear thought, but wrong words, such as ¡®Syrup¡¯, would pop up.


    Recognizing that she could not push Je-ha with force, she pulled her chair back and stood up. Je-ha, who was leaning against Se-yeong, lost his balance and stumbled, but quickly corrected his posture.


    Just standing up gave her a breather, as if she were out of his range. Se-yeong ignored the attention that was focused on her and walked toward the entrance.


    Sigh. It wasn¡¯t until the darkness came out that Se-yeong relaxed her shoulders. As it was the first day of school, the alley, where the bars were concentrated, was already bustling with students who were drunk.


    ¡°Senior.¡±


    The relief she felt from the outside air didn¡¯t last long. It was because Je-ha followed. Se-yeong, who smiled quietly at the action that was within her expectations, closed her mouth in a straight line and looked back.


    Perhaps because he drank alcohol, he was a bit feverish. The sight of Baek Je-ha coming out with his arms folded quickly attracted people¡¯s attention. Some people stopped to watch while others whispered among themselves.


    Not wanting those gazes to reach her, Se-yeong turned around and went inside the alley. There was a residential area next to the bars, and although dark, it was not crowded. Je-ha followed quietly.


    It wasn¡¯t until Se-yeong moved her hand under a deserted, dim streetlight. However, before she could even say a word, Je-ha stood behind her and inclined his head against the wall. His lips were about to touch the top of her head. The humid breath of alcohol seeped through her hair.


    ¡°Have you ever kissed before?¡±


    ¡¸¡­¡­.¡¹


    ¡°It¡¯s my first kiss, so I might not be good at using my tongue.¡±


    ¡¸Je-ha.¡¹


    ¡°Have you ever had sex?¡±


    After he finished talking, he put his lips at the top of her head like a stamp. The hot breath that shuttered through his slightly opened lips was chilling. From the top of her head, goosebumps spread throughout her body. Se-yeong forcibly gave strength to her trembling hands.


    ¡°I¡¯ve been holding it in because I wanted to do it with Senior.¡±

 Chapter 1.1

    Dad had exceptionally broad shoulders. It could have been more so because I was a child, but even now, the shoulders wider than my face would come to mind first. I didn¡¯t even realize it was because I was always looking from behind.


    That day, Se-yeong was sitting in the back seat, watching her dad drive. He¡¯s usually gentle, but when he got behind the wheel, he would speed up as if he had changed into another person. If the car in front was even a little slow, he couldn¡¯t stand the frustration and would try to overtake it, and would lose awareness of his surroundings. That was why her mom hated riding her dad¡¯s car. Because of that, she often lamented that he had learned to drive a car he had never driven in before.


    That day, she and her dad were on their way to the country house. Her mom didn¡¯t attend, saying she was going to visit her sister-in-law, who had undergone an operation for thyroid cancer a few days ago. The car sped as fast as it always had. It only briefly slowed down when a warning to comply with the speed limit of 80 km/hr was issued, and in an area without cameras, exceeded 120 km/hr, speeding narrowly between cars.


    ¡®Dad, if you run like this, you¡¯re going to get scolded by mom again.¡¯


    ¡®Not if Se-yeong doesn¡¯t talk about it.¡¯


    Her dad looked in the rearview mirror with a grin, telling her not to tell her mom. Se-yeong pouted her lips and narrowed her eyes. But she didn¡¯t worry much because she knew how good her dad was at driving. He was an accident-free driver.


    Looking out the window, they were getting out of the highway soon. When she grabbed the handle on the window in preparation for the corner, her dad laughed, asking if she was very scared. Nevertheless, he also stepped on the brakes because he couldn¡¯t turn the corner at a speed of more than 100 km/hr. However, the speed did not slow down much when entering the corner.


    ¡®Huh?¡¯


    It was a short word. Se-yeong did not know how hard he was braking at the moment. She was struggling to balance her body to keep from being pulled through the window simply because of the speed that did not decrease when turning the corner completely. However, no matter how much force she applied, she didn¡¯t know her body would fall from the car door as if it were a magnet.


    ¡®Dad, slow down¡­!¡¯


    Were the words conveyed to her dad? When Se-yeong opened her mouth, the car was already being sucked into the back of a truck in front of her.


    Even in March, the wind was still chilly. The campus, which was quiet during vacation, was crowded with students since this morning. Many students were seen wearing long-padded jackets or overcoats, but some wore thin and refreshing spring clothes regardless of the chilly weather. It was evident they were new students as they had an indelible look of excitement.


    Se-yeong, who was huddling and walking briskly in the cold wind, entered the International Studies Hall. Just by entering the building, she left the cold behind her and her hunched shoulders straightened out. The cafe on the first floor already had quite a long line. As she headed there, Park Yoo-jeong, a student who was there first, waved her hand.


    ¡°Han-se, over here!¡±


    After a long time, as if her style had changed over vacation, Yoo-jeong was wearing a white jacket and a vivid blue long skirt. She (Se-yeong) thought she (Yoo-jeong) paid attention because it was the first day of school, but soon realized that it was because of the welcoming party for freshmen.


    Today was Friday, so the student council president boldly set the first day of the semester as the day of the general meeting. He said he would hold a welcoming party for freshmen, so he planned to drink until the day changed.


    ¡¸Why are you so pretty? Blue looks good.¡¹


    As Se-yeong moved her hands, an empty voice came out. Yoo-jeong, who understood exactly even though her dry lips did not move, frowned with her eyes and smiled. She was used to it now. Han Se-yeong¡¯s words came from the bluetooth speaker on her neck, not from her mouth.


    (P/N: She¡¯s understanding Se-yeong¡¯s situation and the reasons behind why she uses the bluetooth speaker to talk rather than speaking the words out with her mouth.)


    ¡°I paid a lot of attention. Your hair grew a lot as well? Is this a layered perm? Pretty. It looks great on you.¡±


    Se-yeong¡¯s face was white without blood, so when she had long straight hair, the contrast of black and white made her look very cold, but just by applying a perm softened her sharp atmosphere. She may have paid some attention to the opening of the semester, as her black hair was still glossy even though it was still windy.


    Yoo-jeong arranged her (Se-yeong¡¯s) hair that was stuck to the ribbed knit. Se-yeong was wearing a beige long knit dress and black suede ankle boots. The legs that were slightly exposed under the knit dress, which was thick but showed off the curves of her body, were smooth. Makeup was done with eyeliner and lip balm, but the redness, caused by the cold, on her clear skin made her look very innocent and pretty.


    Se-yeong moved her fingers on her cell phone again and pressed the keyboards quickly and accurately. Because the day was cold, her knuckles were slightly swollen.


    ¡¸It¡¯s difficult to manage because it¡¯s so long.¡¹


    ¡°It must be annoying to dry. I hate washing my hair because it¡¯s cold.¡±


    (P/N: Her head will feel cold after leaving the shower since her hair will be wet.)


    Washing and drying the hair was always hard work. When she looked at Yoo-jeong¡¯s short hair with envious eyes, she (Yoo-jeong) complained that she could not just let her hair be since it would stretch out if dried carelessly, so she usually wouldn¡¯t dry her hair. It meant that the length was short but troublesome.


    ¡°Right. You¡¯re going to attend the general meeting today, right? We can go straight to the bar.¡±


    ¡¸Okay.¡¹


    Even if the student council president announced the mandatory attendance of the previous year, the welcoming party for freshmen could be missed depending on their personal preference by the third year. However, it was noticeable that there was a tendency to emphasize unity. Besides, there was a great reason for everyone to not miss it this time.


    ¡°I guess he¡¯s unusually handsome. I heard the school was turned upside down during welcome week.¡±


    The unexpected remark was about the freshman who entered the school. Rumors had it that he was so handsome he should have been admitted into the Department of Theater and Film, but was instead assigned to the wrong department due to a computer error.


    ¡°The light finally shines on our fingers. Yes, your cornea should be blessed.¡±


    Global Communication Major in the Department of International Studies. It was a new department established 5 years ago, and was famous for its hellish curriculum that required both English and Chinese to be able to graduate. Se-yeong and Yoo-jeong were in their third year, but there were no outstanding figures, looking up or down. For the first time, a handsome freshman entered such a department, so everyone¡¯s expectations hit the sky.


    (T/N: No matter what year people look at, there were no outstanding figures in their department. Because of that, everyone had high expectations for this new freshman since he is ¡°so¡± handsome.)


    ¡°My expectations are rising in real time because I haven¡¯t seen his face yet. What if it isn¡¯t as good as I thought.¡±


    ¡¸I¡¯m sure he¡¯s handsome.¡¹


    Upon hearing the strangely certain tone, Yoo-jeong looked at Se-yeong. Se-yeong probably hadn¡¯t seen his face yet, but it just sounded like she knew how handsome he was.


    ¡°Hey, why is it so cold today!¡±


    Jang Da-ram, who just opened the door and entered, found the two and ran. He was buried in a long-padded jacket as if it was still in the middle of winter.


    ¡°Wow, your clothes are thin?¡±


    ¡°Jang Da-ram-ssi, still a long-padded jacket?¡±


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    ¡°It¡¯s best to be warm since I¡¯m getting older.¡±


    ¡°Hey. You look like a middle school student?¡±


    ¡°Hehe, would you look like a 5 year old if you were next to me?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s a great thing.¡±


    ¡°Good. You look young.¡±


    Da-ram teased Yoo-jeong, curling his body to a smaller size and shivering. Da-ram was nicknamed a squirrel because of his name, but he was actually small and cute enough to be reminded of a squirrel. Yoo-jeong hugged him and tried to tickle his chin because he was so cute. She could only see his face and fingers because of his long-padded jacket that almost extended to his ankles.


    Da-ram, who was struggling to escape from Yoo-jeong¡¯s arms, reached out to Se-yeong for help. Se-yeong, who was watching the two with a smile, quickly grabbed Da-ram¡¯s hand and pulled him because she thought it was getting too noisy. Held by Se-yeong, Da-ram gave Yoo-jeong a fist. Yoo-jeong laughed, saying it was a little bit too much, then realized that the line had shortened, so she quickly moved forward.


    Se-yeong and Yoo-jeong, members of ¡®Iced Americano Even If I Freeze to Death¡¯, ordered ice, while Da-ram, member of ¡®Americano That is Hot and Warm Even If I Die¡¯, ordered hot coffee. Da-ram said it wasn¡¯t the time to do this. Especially in this weather, for the trembling Da-ram, it wasn¡¯t even a question of asking whether or not to drink an iced drink.


    ¡°Let¡¯s hurry and go. The professor, won¡¯t overlook tardiness.¡±


    (P/N: The pause after Professor, here, is due to Da-ram pausing for a moment in his speech since he¡¯s cold and most likely is speaking stiltedly as a result.)


    When they entered the classroom, familiar faces were already sitting down. There were animated conversations blooming here and there, asking about their current situations. It was about who became an exchange student, who enlisted, and most of them were information that she had heard about during vacation. While chatting, time flew by, and a man with a somewhat unique personality entered the classroom.


    ¡°Hurry up and sit down. I¡¯m going to start class.¡±


    A silent jeer broke out because he said he would start class on the first day. Yoo-jeong, who sat next to Se-yeong, already looked bored.


    The professor in charge of the ¡®Language and Society¡¯ lecture today was notorious for his strictness. It was common for him to be sensitive to tardiness and absences, and scores would be deducted just by falling asleep. Instead, if the class attitude was good because the exam was easy, A+ would not be available.


    Although the electronic attendance method was used, it was a small-sized lecture, so the professor learned faces by calling names one by one. The professor, who was calling one by one, soon called Se-yeong¡¯s name. ¡°Yes,¡± after he heard the short answer, he wrinkled his eyebrows a little, loosened them, and looked at Se-yeong.


    ¡°It¡¯s you. The girl who can¡¯t speak.¡±


    Yoo-jeong¡¯s expression crumbled. It was true that his personality was twisted.


    Se-yeong moved her fingers with a grave expression, and soon, an answer popped out of the speaker around her neck.


    ¡¸I can speak.¡¹


    ¡°That¡¯s not what I¡¯m saying. To be precise, it¡¯s written.¡±


    Only then did everyone realize that he pitied Se-yeong. A different energy from curiosity was felt. He spoke nonchalantly with both arms on the electronic table.


    ¡°You¡¯re in the third year, and you know that talking has temporal synchronization, right? On the other hand, writing takes longer to compose and choose what to express, so Han Se-yeong has an advantage over other students here.¡±


    Advantageous. No one had described it as ¡®advantageous¡¯ to Han Se-yeong, who could not speak. No one knew he was sarcastic. The classroom became chaotic.


    ¡°Did you say Broca¡¯s aphasia? If you¡¯ve been treated seriously, I¡¯m sure you can speak a bit, but did you decide to live with your mouth shut? Are you ashamed of stuttering?¡±


    Broca¡¯s aphasia. It was a speech disorder, where one had no problems with hearing or their vocal organ, but could not speak properly.


    She can listen and understand, but when she tried to speak with her mouth, she could not complete a sentence and could not speak words properly, with only the sounds of ¡®Uh Uh¡¯ coming out. Se-yeong, who had suffered from Broca¡¯s aphasia since she was 16 years old, replaced her mouth with a TTS (Text to Speech) program.


    She wasn¡¯t ashamed of stuttering, but she was frustrated to be unable to communicate. ¡®I ate food.¡¯ She couldn¡¯t even say these simple words, stuttering ¨C ¡®ate, ate fo, food¡¯. In her head, she made perfect sentences, but when she tried to put it out of her mouth, the order was mixed up and tangled. She never knew how frustrating and painful it was to be unable to speak the way she had thought.


    The world waited patiently and did not interpret Se-yeong¡¯s words. So Se-yeong abandoned her voice.


    These days, language packed for TTS programs were well-presented and synthetic techniques improved, so the pronunciation was more natural than expected. However, since the variables for pitch height and length had not been controlled yet, the intonation was a little unnatural and emotions cannot be expressed, but there was no problem in communicating.


    When Se-yeong just looked at him quietly without explaining the situation or refuting his words, the professor scoffed at her. She didn¡¯t know if he disliked the idea of having a disability, or if he didn¡¯t like her performance, but judging from his attitude, it was obvious that she would be struggling throughout the whole semester.


    The professor, who watched her lips twist unsightly, laughed and began to call for attendance again. As if nothing had happened.


    ¡°Wow, the personality is really terrible. He¡¯s the language and social studies professor? How do you teach with that personality?¡±


    As soon as they went outside after class, Yoo-jeong vented her anger, beating her chest. While heading to the department¡¯s office to schedule a meeting with her advisor, she continued to get angry as if she had been attacked. Da-ram didn¡¯t get angry openly, but thinking like Yoo-jeong, he gave a little advice to Se-yeong.


    ¡°Se-yeong, make sure to record the class. If he makes discriminatory remarks, you should use them as evidence. If you put everything in the class evaluation, he can get fired.¡±


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    Da-ram¡¯s words sounded even more terrifying than those of Yoo-jeong, who was angry like fire. Clearly, the professor was not a full-time professor just now, so he can either be penalized or fired based on his evaluation score of the lecture.


    ¡¸Yeah. I don¡¯t want to suffer.¡¹


    Da-ram smiled as if he liked Se-yeong¡¯s answer.


    ¡°No matter how easy the exam is, I hate that I have to see that twisted man all semester long.¡±


    Se-yeong agreed with Yoo-jeong¡¯s words. It wasn¡¯t the first time she met someone who pitied her. Most of the people she met after she got hurt were like that. They were always curious, judged and defined at their disposal. Some parents complained that Se-yeong didn¡¯t like going to school with their child.

 Chapter 1.2

    ¡°What, why is stagnant water coming into the crowd? Is there a rumor that this place has pure water?¡±


    Ji-yeon, the assistant teacher, recognized the third years and laughed as students crowded the small department office. Next to her stood an attractive tall man.


    He was wide-shouldered and thick-chested as if he worked out diligently. The white shirt was tight only on the chest. Even though he was a man, his long legs that fell below the narrow waist were beautiful.


    He bowed and greeted politely.


    ¡°Hello. I¡¯m Baek Je-ha, a first year.¡±


    The freshman, who introduced himself as Baek Je-ha, gave off a clear and strong impression from his handsome appearance. It could only be described as perfect, with a tall figure well over 190 cm, a handsome look, and a trendy style.


    ¡°You are so dazzlingly handsome¡­¡±


    Someone was mesmerized and poured out admiration. Everyone in the place agreed wholeheartedly. The rumor wasn¡¯t exaggerated. Everyone was so overwhelmed by his breathtakingly handsome features and couldn¡¯t speak to him.


    Je-ha, who looked around the group of third years, soon made eye contact with Se-yeong and greeted her with a nod. A subtle smile laid around his eyes.


    ¡°Han-se, are you acquainted with the first-year?¡±


    Yoo-jeong asked with amazement. Se-yeong didn¡¯t answer and stared at Je-ha.


    ¡°You see, Je-ha is Se-yeong and Jin-wook¡¯s junior. He comes and visits once a year.¡±


    It was Ji-yeon, the assistant teacher, who solved her curiosity. Yoo-jeong wanted to scream, but she saw Ji-yeon and shut her mouth. Ji-yeon, who would usually nag for everyone to lower their voices because she hated noisy things, quickly called the department representative as if she didn¡¯t want the office to be noisy.


    ¡°What¡¯s up with the third years?¡±


    After hearing from Dong-hyeon about the one-on-one meeting with the professor, he handed her (Se-yeong) a table with times written on it.


    ¡°Come on, come on. It¡¯s cramped, so don¡¯t do this here and get out.¡±


    The third years rushed out upon receiving the notice to leave. Se-yeong also went out without hesitation, but as soon as she went outside, she was caught by Yoo-jeong.


    ¡°Hey, Han-se.¡±


    She looked carefully at Se-yeong with a face dying of curiosity. The two didn¡¯t pretend to know each other, but somehow, it didn¡¯t feel like they were complete strangers.


    ¡°Why didn¡¯t you tell me? He must have been famous in high school.¡±


    Se-yeong nodded her head. Even when Baek Je-ha just entered high school, the school was noisy, talking all about his good looks and talents. A famous agency came for him everyday, and photos were spread on SNS saying [These days, the school meal service is about appearance level.jpg]. Among the third years, it was popular to carry pictures of Baek Je-ha as amulets.


    Reminiscing of her high school days, Se-yeong¡¯s expression became stiff. She was also famous enough that everyone at her school knew her, but it was not because she was as good as Baek Je-ha, but because she was unique.


    No. 1 unspeakable. The modifier followed Se-yeong throughout all 3 years of high school. She was bullied, and because of her good grades, she received complaints from parents. There were the bullies¡¯ parents who came out of frustration, asking if they (their children) should have teased her if she spoke well, and there were parents who stormed into the principal¡¯s office, saying they didn¡¯t want Se-yeong to be in the same class just because she couldn¡¯t speak.


    ¡®Then, I¡¯ll apply to the same university as Senior.¡¯


    She thought there was no way he would keep his words. Se-yeong¡¯s chest was throbbing so much her ribs were stiff and painful. Although she had been hiding her facial expressions, her hands trembled ever since she saw Jeha.


    ¡¸I didn¡¯t know who the first year was. How could I have known it was Baek Je-ha. I haven¡¯t been in touch.¡¹


    ¡°Ah¡­. But it¡¯s still fascinating. High school senior and junior. Did you know each other when you were in school?¡±


    When asked if she knew, Se-yeong¡¯s fingers did not move immediately and paused for a moment. She vaguely remembered her high school days.


    The clothes she saw on Baek Je-ha were not much different from the high school uniforms. Even when he wore a white shirt and navy uniform pants, he was bright and refreshing, unlike his peers.


    ¡¸A little. He¡¯s more handsome. He¡¯s tall. I don¡¯t think he was that tall.¡¹


    Se-yeong, who was a little less than 170 cm and wasn¡¯t small for a woman, had to look up a lot. Two years ago, he was a little taller than Se-yeong, but he always played basketball with his friends, so he seemed to have grown taller.


    ¡°You¡¯re right. He¡¯s really tall. You think he¡¯s over 190? That build. His shoulders are like the Pacific Ocean. Did you see the thick chest? I almost had a nosebleed.¡±


    ¡°When did you see the thickness of the chest?¡±


    ¡°Middle school students don¡¯t know the taste yet.¡±


    ¡°What taste? Are you a pervert?¡±


    While Da-ram and Yoo-jeong argued, Se-yeong recalled the moment Je-ha and her made eye contact. She only met his eyes, but she felt like she was going to get sucked into them. She blinked a few times as if to shake off the afterimage of that look.


    ¡°Senior Se-yeong!¡±


    At that time, the office door opened and Je-ha urgently looked for Se-yeong. Even though the friendly address attracted attention, he looked around without any signs of care. A bright smile was drawn around his mouth, quickly finding Se-yeong among the third years who gathered here and there.


    As if he had teleported, he approached quickly and grabbed Se-yeong¡¯s arm. As if he thought she would run away if he took his hand off, his hold on her was very strong.


    ¡°Hey, you¡¯re the only one left. What time are you going to have the meeting? The time remaining¡­.¡±


    At that time, with his eyes fixed on the timetable, the exaggerated Choi Dong-hyeon approached. Holding the almost filled table, he frowned upon seeing Je-ha holding Se-yeong¡¯s arm.


    (P/N: The exaggerated in here is referring to Choi Dong-hyeon¡¯s overly dramatic personality.)


    ¡°What, first year? Why are you holding her arm?¡±


    Would he let go of Se-yeong¡¯s arm on Dong-hyeon¡¯s criticism? She looked up at him. He had no reason to hold onto her otherwise. However, Je-ha answered with a friendly smile without taking his hand off.


    ¡°I¡¯m afraid I¡¯ll miss it.¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    At the incomprehensible answer, Dong-hyeon answered with a puzzled expression. However, before the two continued the conversation, Se-yeong took the table he was holding and wrote her name in an empty spot.


    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    Passing the table over to Yoo-jeong, Se-yeong¡¯s eyes were asking ¡®Satisfied?¡¯. Dong-hyeon knew that Se-yeong didn¡¯t like others interfering with her affairs, so, although unsatisfied, he didn¡¯t talk long and told Yoo-jeong to decide quickly.


    Da-ram took Yoo-jeong, who looked at Se-yeong and Je-ha with an interesting expression, and brought her off to the side. Je-ha thanked in a soft voice for the consideration to allow the two to converse with some privacy.


    Se-yeong, who looked down at her captured arm, looked up. Je-ha was smiling, but his eyes clearly showed that he didn¡¯t want to let go. He revealed his feelings without hiding anything.


    ¡°I missed you.¡±


    When their eyes met, Je-ha laughed with a sigh. He felt relieved that he finally caught her after playing tag for a long time.


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    ¡°When did you change your number? I called you right after I passed, but it said the number was out of service¡­.¡±


    Before he finished speaking, Se-yeong lowered her head and touched her cell phone. Although he held her arm, it wasn¡¯t too much not to be able to move.


    ¡¸Long time no see. Nice to meet you. I didn¡¯t know you passed. Congratulations.¡¹


    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    ¡¸His name is Kim Jin-wook in the second year, and he¡¯s your senior, too. It¡¯ll be more comfortable because it¡¯s the same guy. Ask him if you have any questions. I¡¯ll tell him to be nice.¡¹


    After saying everything, Se-yeong turned her head to the side. Da-ram and Yoo-jeong, who had already finished their business, were watching as if they were interesting. Although she tried to move her steps there, Je-ha stood in her way. He stood with his back facing the other third years and looked down at Se-yeong. His shadow sank, as if enshrouding Se-yeong.


    ¡°That¡¯s not it. Why do you say that. We¡­.¡±


    ¡°Ah, it¡¯s Baek Je-ha. Hey!¡±


    It was the moment when laughter disappeared from Je-ha¡¯s voice. It was just as someone was climbing the stairs as they called out happily to him (Je-ha). Se-yeong¡¯s gaze slid down the stairs.


    ¡°Baek Je-ha, are you going to have lunch? We¡¯re going to eat pizza¡­ Heuk!¡±


    Three or four students came up talking to Je-ha, and when they saw Se-yeong, they exchanged glances curiously. It was not until they reached Je-ha¡¯s side that they noticed there were others. Realizing that she was their senior, they greeted awkwardly with a nervous face.


    ¡°Hello!¡±


    Se-yeong took advantage of other colleagues¡¯ greetings and moved around Je-ha to her friends.


    Je-ha realized that Se-yeong was avoiding him, but understood that the place was not good to question her, so he no longer held on. His clenched fist slowly gained strength.


    ¡°What. Didn¡¯t you guys only know a little?¡±


    ¡¸It must have been nice to see me after a long time.¡¹


    No matter how glad you are, would you usually express that you missed them? Yoo-jeong thought it was strange, but she kept her mouth shut when she realized Se-yeong was walking with an attitude of wanting to leave this place.


    Da-ram glanced at Je-ha, surrounded by a group of first years. Je-ha, who was looking this way, caught his gaze and smiled. He had large eyes, so he had a strong impression when he smiled ¨C bold and powerful.


    ¡°Were you guys dating?¡±


    Da-ram furtively asked after they left the International Studies Hall and were on their way out the back gate for lunch. And speaking of dating, Yoo-jeong couldn¡¯t be left behind. She poked Se-yeong in the ribs to tell them the truth.


    ¡¸No way. You know, it¡¯s a little¡­.¡¹


    Se-yeong burst into laughter, saying she was ticklish and for Yoo-jeong to stop by typing letters on her cellphone. In order to escape Yoo-jeong¡¯s tickling, she had run away, leaving no chance for them to ask anything out of her. Da-ram recalled Je-ha¡¯s eyes he saw a while ago, and shook his head to shake it off.


    ¡°That¡¯s the senior, right? The Little Mermaid of the International Studies Department.¡±


    It was not until the third years had completely disappeared that a freshman opened his mouth. Since a while ago, he had a difficult time holding back what he wanted to say.


    The Little Mermaid of the International Studies Department. It was Han Se-yeong¡¯s nickname. Se-yeong hated being called the Little Mermaid because the title The Little Mermaid was based on the information that she cannot speak. However, there were many people who called her that, regardless of the opinion of the person concerned. It was because there was nothing better to express Se-yeong than that.


    ¡°She¡¯s really pretty. She¡¯s really just like the Little Mermaid. How do those big eyes, nose, and mouth fit in that little face?¡±


    ¡°But why can¡¯t she speak?¡±


    ¡°I heard it¡¯s some kind of aphasia. She thinks about everything, but she can¡¯t talk, so her grades are really good.¡±


    ¡°What¡¯s the point of getting good grades? You can¡¯t get a job anyway, right?¡±


    ¡°I heard she came into our department to enter a foreign company.¡±


    Se-young¡¯s direct junior in high school, Je-ha remained rather silent, and his peers talked about rumors of this and that as if they knew her well.


    He didn¡¯t respond and just listened. No, actually, it didn¡¯t even enter his ears. He didn¡¯t care about what others said about Han Se-yeong.


    Rather, his heart ached from the cold attitude Se-yeong had shown a little while ago. Why did she act like they didn¡¯t know each other? He had been waiting for today to meet Han Se-yeong.


    Even when he was surprised that her phone number had changed, he was not shocked because he knew he could meet her when he was admitted into the university.


    ¡°I heard she can¡¯t talk at all? A stutterer? Something like that.¡±


    ¡°What¡¯s a stutterer? Instead of being unable to speak, you¡¯re just stuttering?¡±


    ¡°I guess so.¡±


    ¡°Then, does she really need to do that? What¡¯s wrong with stuttering a bit?¡±


    ¡°Isn¡¯t it because she¡¯s embarrassed? She¡¯s so pretty, but you sober up when she stutters.¡±


    It was a conversation they could have because they were freshmen who did not know much about Se-yeong¡¯s condition. They tilted their heads as they didn¡¯t understand.


    ¡°Kim Woo-rim.¡±


    Then, Je-ha called her name. Woo-rim, whose name was called, blushed slightly. Since she fell in love with him at first sight, her heart kept beating and she kept losing herself. She originally had a bustling personality, but she would become meek in front of Baek Je-ha for no reason. She got to know him a little at the freshman orientation, but she did not confess.


    ¡°Who said that?¡±


    ¡°Huh?¡±


    ¡°Who said that she was just stuttering?¡±


    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    Woo-rim, who was pointed out, blushed, and her breathing became short as if she were embarrassed. He was clearly criticizing her now. She judges others¡¯ suffering at will and thinks it¡¯s ridiculous.


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    The broad smile seemed rather sharp, so Woo-rim shut her mouth. She was guessing because she didn¡¯t know, but she was embarrassed to be criticized like this.


    ¡°No matter who said it, did I say something wrong?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m not sure. I hate seeing people do this behind their back when they don¡¯t even know. Can I talk about my 2 years seniors like this?¡±


    His smile disappeared, and Je-ha¡¯s visage turned cold. Her friends, who she had been speaking to, hurriedly shut their mouths when he told them that they were talking behind their senior¡¯s back. No matter how much they say they don¡¯t have military discipline in college these days, it¡¯s not a good thing if what they said carelessly about this senior and that senior were heard.


    Je-ha turned around while everyone was exchanging glances. She (Woo-rim) offered to eat lunch together, but no one caught him.

 Chapter 1.3

    ¡°Senior Han Se-yeong.¡±


    The highlight of the opening ceremony was before the drinking party was ripe. Just after the student council president¡¯s toast was finished, Je-ha sat next to her. The seat next to Se-yeong was empty. No, he seemed to have been waiting for the seat to become available.


    When Se-yeong squinted her eyes, Je-ha responded with a soft smile, conveying that she couldn¡¯t stop him. During the day, Se-yeong avoided him coldly, but he didn¡¯t seem to care.


    Yoo-jeong, who sat across from her, decided to speak cheekily.


    ¡°Hey, first year. Isn¡¯t this seat for the third years?¡±


    ¡°Yes. I wanted to talk to Senior Han Se-yeong, so I sat down for a bit.¡±


    But even in front of his seniors of two years, he was astute. No one told him to go back to his seat because they couldn¡¯t spit on his smiling face. No, rather, Baek Je-ha came to the third year seats, and they showed a clear liking for it.


    Today¡¯s main protagonists were the first and second years, and the third and fourth years were, in fact, the only ones drinking alcohol. He was a green freshman, a freshman who¡¯s handsome enough to shine a halo, so who would hate it when he came on his own with a smile?


    ¡°Then take the penalty drink first. I¡¯ll let you stay here if you drink all of it.¡±


    Yoo-jeong shook a green soju bottle with an excited gesture. Although it was a weakness that had not been exposed yet, Je-ha was not afraid and quickly held out his glass.


    ¡°I¡¯ll accept it gratefully.¡±


    ¡°Oh, you can drink?¡±


    ¡°A little. I learned it from my father.¡±


    Even Baek Je-ha¡¯s personality was suave. He lightly one-shot it as if it were water. He kept a smile on his face without a grimace as he didn¡¯t frown even once.


    ¡°Wow, he¡¯s so handsome that he looks like he¡¯s in a CF drink. Baek Je-ha, be honest with me. You know you¡¯re handsome.¡±


    (T/N: CF refers to a commercial drink or a commercial.)


    ¡°Actually, I don¡¯t know. Am I really handsome?¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re flirting in front of your seniors.¡±


    Even at the sound of flirting, he smiled. And yet, that smile didn¡¯t seem to be a waste at all. The impression drawn by straight eyebrows and thick eyelashes was very clear. The eyes in them gleamed like stars. Despite his age, his spirited eyes made it impossible for anyone to belittle him.


    Je-ha filled the empty glass in front of Se-yeong, and held out his empty glass. Se-yeong had no choice but to pick up the bottle and pour the drink as he wanted. While holding the glass, Je-ha looked at Se-yeong. At that straight gaze, Se-yeong¡¯s mouth dried, making her thirsty.


    When Je-ha came, the third year table became noisy. Originally, the third and fourth year tables were only for drinking quietly. Since the fourth years mostly only showed their faces, the fourth years who stayed and looked for fun places like hyenas, brought chairs and sat down next to Je-ha.


    When Je-ha drank well, as if he was drinking water, without quitting, the atmosphere heated up and bottles of alcohol quickly piled up on the table.


    Se-yeong wasn¡¯t a bad drinker, but she thought she would get drunk if she drank at this rate, so she put her glass down.


    Je-ha, who came here to talk to Se-yeong, continued to drink without talking to her while dealing with the seniors.


    Se-yeong knew Je-ha since he was a freshman in high school, but it was the first time she had seen him drinking. In Se-yeong¡¯s memory, Baek Je-ha was a refreshing ¨C like a cider ¨C and sweet ¨C like a spring breeze ¨C boy who could neither drink nor smoke.


    He must have been hectic just taking the exams for two years without contact, but when did he grow up to drink so well?


    Suddenly, it occurred to her that two years was not a short time at all.


    ¡°Senior, hair¡­.¡±


    Je-ha¡¯s soft voice pierced through the gaps in Se-yeong¡¯s hair and reached her ears. Se-yeong slapped his hand in surprise as she felt her cheek being grazed. It was a reflex.


    ¡°Your hair is about to touch the plate.¡±


    Even though she hit him quite hard, Je-ha reached out again as if nothing happened and put Se-yeong¡¯s hair behind her shoulder. The bluetooth speaker worn around her neck was slightly revealed. Yoo-jeong¡¯s gaze in front of her was slightly distorted. She knew that Se-yeong insisted on long hair not because it suited her well, but because it covered the speaker.


    Se-yeong tried to restore her hair, but left it alone. There was no one here who didn¡¯t know about the speaker anyway.


    More than that, it felt like Je-ha¡¯s cheeks were slightly flushed. The lighting in the bar was dim, so it wasn¡¯t accurate.


    ¡¸How much did you drink?¡¹


    ¡°I don¡¯t know. I drank as much as I was given.¡±


    ¡¸Drink in moderation. Who can take care of you if you¡¯re drunk.¡¹


    ¡°Are you worried about me now? You ignored me like that earlier.¡±


    ¡¸Of course I¡¯m worried. You¡¯re a precious junior.¡¹


    ¡°Precious junior.¡±


    Je-ha repeated Se-yeong¡¯s words and laughed. Se-yeong pretended not to know and emptied the remaining half of the alcohol in her glass.


    Baek Je-ha, who turned his body towards Se-yeong, attracted everyone¡¯s attention. He drew attention with even the slightest act.


    However, as if he was used to it, he looked at Se-yeong without paying attention to other eyes.


    At this point, everyone knew that Baek Je-ha was interested in Se-yeong. Some watched him with great disappointment. The people who looked at Baek Je-ha and kept their feelings internal, were drinking in vain.


    Yoo-jeong, who was giving an excited look, asked lightly as if she was floating.


    ¡°Baek Je-ha. Were you close with Se-yeong?¡±


    Yoo-jeong asked a question, but Je-ha tilted his head slightly and looked at Se-yeong.


    ¡°Senior, were we close?¡±


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    The way he spoke was so eloquent that Se-yeong laughed without realizing it. Je-ha¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly at the naturally flowing smile. The tongue, which appeared briefly, licked its lips and hid again.


    ¡¸We knew each other a little.¡¹


    ¡°Then I came all the way to university to meet a senior I knew a little bit about.¡±


    Se-yeong, who was looking at her cell phone screen, raised her head and looked at him. Then Je-ha smiled brightly, saying he would let her off the hook. With that dazzling smile, Se-yeong took her eyes back to the screen, feeling as if she had fallen deeper under the influence of alcohol. If you drank alcohol and didn¡¯t look and write properly, you would get a typo.


    ¡¸I didn¡¯t know you meant it. That¡¯s not how you choose your major. Your mother, I remember she wanted to send you to medical school.¡¹


    ¡°My career path is my choice. I was just thinking about you the whole time.¡±


    He had a light smile the entire time, but the way he looked at Se-yeong was as serious and intense as he was. So she couldn¡¯t take it lightly.


    Yoo-jeong¡¯s mouth opened wide at the depth of the conversation between the two. Judging from Se-yeong¡¯s reaction, it didn¡¯t seem like the two were dating, but Baek Je-ha must have at least had a crush on Se-yeong during that time. He applied to the same university and the same department just because Se-yeong attended there.


    Breathing sounds could be heard here and there. Je-ha¡¯s words were repeated dozens of times and went around the drinking party because people, who couldn¡¯t hear him due to their seats being far away, were curious.


    ¡°Wow, you¡¯re serious. It¡¯s true love.¡±


    Yoo-jeong stuck her tongue out and said, ¡°Oh my, God, Oh my, God¡±. Se-yeong put down her cell phone as if she was not impressed by the words, and wet her lips with a sip of alcohol.


    Je-ha stared at Se-yeong like that. His eyes were more persistent and hotter than any other gaze Se-yeong had ever received in her life.


    Her black hair, resembling the night sky, flowing down to the bottom of her chest, glistened as if tempting him to touch it. Je-ha gently rubbed his fingertips as if resisting the temptation.


    He could see the suppressed emotions clamoring in the big eyes staring in front of him. To prevent her from seeing the overwhelming urge he had, he gave strength to his fingertips, clenching them together forcefully.


    Since it was a drinking party, a bet was made on whether these two were going to date or not today. Yoo-jeong was on the side of dating and sang ¡°Kiss! Kiss!¡±, and some mischievously followed.


    Se-yeong felt that her seat was overheating, and thought it would be better to leave for a while. However, she could see Je-ha¡¯s thighs pressed against her chair.


    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    He was able to reach it because his legs were long. However, Se-yeong, who felt it was like a snare to hold her tight, trembled secretly. Je-ha, who glanced at her, had a nice visage and a bright and cool smile like an innocent 20-year-old.


    Je-ha, who felt Se-yeong¡¯s gaze with a beast-like instinct, turned his head. Then he put his hand on Se-yeong¡¯s thigh. She didn¡¯t understand the gesture of him showing his palm and could only stare at it as he waved it.


    ¡®Are you asking me to hold your hand?¡¯


    While holding back his smile and pretending not to notice, Je-ha turned his hand over. As his body was large, his hand was also big that he easily grabbed Se-yeong¡¯s thigh. The knit dress folded inward. Se-yeong trembled as his thumb pressed against the inside of her thigh.


    Je-ha then leaned slightly toward Se-yeong and whispered. The voice was small but clear, and she was able to hear it from the side even though the bar was noisy.


    ¡°I¡¯m betting on the dating side today, how about Senior?¡±


    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    She couldn¡¯t speak because he asked her as if he were talking about someone else. No, she never spoke. Se-yeong felt dizzy and shook her head.


    ¡°Bet on the not dating side.¡±


    That was unexpected. When she looked at him trying to figure out what he was trying to say, Je-ha smiled softly as he pushed his face closer. As Je-ha laughed, his breath clung to her cheek. She thought it would be cold because it was clear and cool, but the breath she felt was really hot.


    ¡°I will win. If you bet on dating, I will let you go.¡±


    How could he be so natural? Se-yeong couldn¡¯t resist and burst into laughter. She moved her cell phone to her left hand and pushed his forehead hard with her right hand. Se-yeong¡¯s fingers slipped through his hair as she resisted Je-ha as if she didn¡¯t like it. His eyes deeply gleamed at the tickling touch on his scalp.


    ¡°N, No.¡±


    She couldn¡¯t use her cell phone, so she just said it herself. She stuttered a little, but she was satisfied that what she thought had come out exactly. Sometimes she said ¡®No¡¯ with a clear thought, but wrong words, such as ¡®Syrup¡¯, would pop up.


    Recognizing that she could not push Je-ha with force, she pulled her chair back and stood up. Je-ha, who was leaning against Se-yeong, lost his balance and stumbled, but quickly corrected his posture.


    Just standing up gave her a breather, as if she were out of his range. Se-yeong ignored the attention that was focused on her and walked toward the entrance.


    Sigh. It wasn¡¯t until the darkness came out that Se-yeong relaxed her shoulders. As it was the first day of school, the alley, where the bars were concentrated, was already bustling with students who were drunk.


    ¡°Senior.¡±


    The relief she felt from the outside air didn¡¯t last long. It was because Je-ha followed. Se-yeong, who smiled quietly at the action that was within her expectations, closed her mouth in a straight line and looked back.


    Perhaps because he drank alcohol, he was a bit feverish. The sight of Baek Je-ha coming out with his arms folded quickly attracted people¡¯s attention. Some people stopped to watch while others whispered among themselves.


    Not wanting those gazes to reach her, Se-yeong turned around and went inside the alley. There was a residential area next to the bars, and although dark, it was not crowded. Je-ha followed quietly.


    It wasn¡¯t until Se-yeong moved her hand under a deserted, dim streetlight. However, before she could even say a word, Je-ha stood behind her and inclined his head against the wall. His lips were about to touch the top of her head. The humid breath of alcohol seeped through her hair.


    ¡°Have you ever kissed before?¡±


    ¡¸¡­¡­.¡¹


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    ¡°It¡¯s my first kiss, so I might not be good at using my tongue.¡±


    ¡¸Je-ha.¡¹


    ¡°Have you ever had sex?¡±


    After he finished talking, he put his lips at the top of her head like a stamp. The hot breath that shuttered through his slightly opened lips was chilling. From the top of her head, goosebumps spread throughout her body. Se-yeong forcibly gave strength to her trembling hands.


    ¡°I¡¯ve been holding it in because I wanted to do it with Senior.¡±

 Chapter 1.4

    ¡¸Why did you hold it in? Go date and try everything.¡¹


    ¡°Are you serious?¡±


    The sound of the voice pouring over her head made her wake up. Je-ha turned Se-yeong around with a fierce force. Her back hit the wall, but Se-yeong kept her eyes fixed on her cell phone screen.


    Je-ha wanted to force her to look at him, but he endured it because he knew Se-yeong couldn¡¯t speak. There were scratches on the fingertips that smashed against the rough surface of the wall.


    ¡¸I¡¯m serious. I said it back then too. Try to like other people and do this and that. But if you still like me, then we will talk again.¡¹


    Je-ha¡¯s eyes glared as if he had been hurt. Even with his back against the light, she couldn¡¯t help but notice his gleaming eyes. He kept looking straight at Han Se-yeong in this manner.


    ¡°I didn¡¯t even have to try. No one fascinates me as much as Senior does. You have to like it to do things. And even if I don¡¯t like it, I can¡¯t just do it at random.¡±


    In front of Se-yeong was Baek Je-ha, who was full of life and just turned 20 years old. Nevertheless, nothing had changed from when she first met him, a 17-year-old boy who was full of youth, in front of the music room.


    Blatant interest, favoring, affection. None of it had changed. No, it could be said it deepened during the time she did not see him.


    ¡°I want to hold hands, go on a date, and kiss Senior. I saved all my firsts to do with Han Se-yeong.¡±


    As soon as she confirmed that Baek Je-ha had not changed, Se-yeong felt her body heating up as if it were burning inside, and melted. When she closed her legs and collapsed a little without realizing it, Je-ha quickly supported her as if he was surprised. Se-yeong bit her lips as if electricity had risen when his hands touched her waist.


    Behind was a wall, and in front stood Je-ha who was firmer and sturdier than the wall. It was like being trapped so tight she couldn¡¯t take even one step, but she didn¡¯t hate it.


    ¡°Then¡­ do it. With, me.¡±


    It was so slow and disconnected that it could not be said to be a single sentence, even with idle talk, but Se-yeong¡¯s expression brightened slightly. It was the first time she had spoken without a melodic accent.


    At hearing the sweet echo from her red mouth, Je-ha stared blankly at Se-yeong. Before he could even weigh the meaning of the words, his heart throbbed painfully.


    He used to hear her real voice more often than these tts. When Se-yeong called his name, he would raise his head first and run away. Even now, it was a little dangerous to have heat in his lower abdomen.


    At that moment, Se-yeong reached out to the absentminded Je-ha¡¯s shoulders. She wrapped her hands around the neck exposed above the collar shirt and pulled it down. Without knowing what to say, she put her lips on Je-ha¡¯s as she lowered his head.


    ¡°!¡±


    Surprised, Je-ha stiffened from head to toe. Se-yeong, who pressed her lips as if stamping a seal, bowed her head a little shyly. Je-ha hurriedly grabbed her chin and put their lips back together. The intense movement smashed her teeth inside her lips, and Se-yeong moaned as if in pain. Still, Je-ha couldn¡¯t take his lips off.


    More strength went into the hand that was tightly pressed against the wall. Even though his skin was torn apart, Je-ha didn¡¯t feel it. As if his whole body was paralyzed, only the touch of the lips was vivid.


    It was crazy good even though he was just pressing against Se-yeong¡¯s plump lips. The image of her singing with these pretty lips flashed through his mind. Exhaling with a rough breath, Je-ha bit Se-yeong¡¯s lips. The saliva flowing out, because it couldn¡¯t be swallowed, was sweet and delicious, so he drank it with his lips attached.


    Every time he bit her lips, saliva flowed out, but it wasn¡¯t enough, so he aimed for the inside. Se-yeong¡¯s mouth opened wide, and Je-ha instinctively pushed his tongue inside. As if a very delicious honey was hidden inside it.


    ¡°Huu¡­.¡±


    Se-yeong, bewildered by the tongue that hit deep at once, gave strength to the hand wrapped around Je-ha¡¯s neck. Because of Je-ha¡¯s pushing force, her back was almost bent and her legs weakened. Je-ha held Se-yeong¡¯s waist with the hand that was on the wall and pushed her against the wall.


    Se-yeong couldn¡¯t back down because the back of her head was touching the wall. The tongue, which had gone deep enough to touch the uvula, scoured her mouth. Je-ha, who lost his mind and took control of Se-yeong¡¯s mouth, felt a hand hitting his back and pulled away.


    ¡°Haa! Ha¡­ Ah¡­!¡±


    Se-yeong, who thought she was suffocating to death, barely breathed. Even though his breathing was as rough as hers, Je-ha did not take his eyes off of Se-yeong¡¯s shiny red lips.


    Se-yeong, who had tears hanging in the corner of her eyes, looked up at him. Her eyes were full of things she wanted to say. If she could speak freely, she would have retorted nonstop.


    ¡°I¡¯m going crazy. How can others casually do this as if it is nothing?¡±


    Je-ha smiled bitterly as he wiped his sore lips with the back of his hand. Ever since Se-yeong put their lips together, the bottom, where blood concentrated, continued to assert itself. If Se-yeong hadn¡¯t stopped him, it would have erupted inside his pants.


    Se-yeong, who barely managed to catch her breath, struggled to tidy up her messy hair. Even though the night air was chilly, she sweated a lot because of how hot the kiss was.


    She also wondered if what she did was a real kiss. If kissing meant being voraciously greedy for each other¡¯s saliva.


    ¡°Let¡¯s do it again. I think I¡¯ll do better this time.¡±


    Se-yeong shook her head in surprise at Je-ha¡¯s words and hurriedly lifted her phone. She made several typos because her hands were trembling.


    ¡¸We¡¯re outside. What if someone sees it.¡¹


    ¡°Senior started it.¡±


    ¡¸I¡­ just put my lips on.¡¹


    ¡°No. You set me on fire.¡±


    Je-ha smiled and organized Se-yeong¡¯s hair. Se-yeong, who couldn¡¯t find words to answer, meekly entrusted her hair to him. With a more delicate touch than she had thought, the hairs, which were currently parted messily, returned to their place.


    Se-yeong opened her cell phone camera and checked her face. She didn¡¯t wear enough make-up for it to smudge, but she still had to check. She quickly erased the smudged eyeliner marks under her eyes and turned off her camera.


    ¡¸I have to go in now. I¡¯ve been out for too long.¡¹


    Se-yeong, who checked the time, suggested returning. No matter if people knew the two came out together, it¡¯d be weird if it took too long.


    ¡°You go in first.¡±


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    Je-ha smiled bitterly and pointed down with his fingertips. Se-yeong unknowingly lowered her eyes, then hurriedly lifted them. Her eyes were lost and flustered. Je-ha¡¯s pants bulged and exuded heat. Even though she only had a quick look, she could tell the size was unusual.


    Se-yeong was startled and ran away without answering. Je-ha seemed to be laughing behind her, but she couldn¡¯t even think of that. It was clear that it wouldn¡¯t end with just a kiss if she had hesitated there.


    The main street with the bar was still bustling and noisy, so it looked like a different world. No matter how deserted the dark alley was, they did such a bold thing outside. She couldn¡¯t even imagine it if the partner wasn¡¯t Baek Je-ha.


    Se-yeong, who was about to go to her seat, turned around and stopped by the restroom. Je-ha wasn¡¯t the only one who responded to the rough and clumsy kiss. No, even before that, Se-yeong¡¯s underwear had been soaking wet when she knew that Baek Je-ha still liked her.


    ¡°Why are you coming in alone?¡±


    On the way back to her seat, she was asked several questions about finding Baek Je-ha. In just a few hours, she was tied up with Baek Je-ha as a set. Se-yeong avoided answering with a puzzled expression on her face.


    ¡°Han-se, are you going to karaoke?¡±


    Dong-hyeon asked Se-yeong for her opinion while checking the number of people. It seemed like they decided to go to the karaoke room for the second time. Since it¡¯s the first day of school and even a Friday, they¡¯ll say there¡¯s no loyalty if you leave after the first round. Still, she was a little worried about missing the last train if she attended karaoke.


    ¡°Hey, get Han-se. We¡¯re already going home.¡±


    Yoo-jeong, who noticed Se-yeong¡¯s distress, gritted her teeth and said, ¡°I won¡¯t let you go just like that.¡± Naturally, if you miss the last train, you would take the first train.


    Dong-hyeon smirked and replied, ¡°Roger.¡± Se-yeong was bewildered as she alternatingly looked at the two.


    Yoo-jeong and Dong-hyeon always quarreled, but they got along well. It was Yoo-jeong who called Han Se-yeong ¡®Han-se¡¯, and the nickname stuck with her as Dong-hyeon sang along. Now, Se-yeong was more familiar and comfortable with ¡®Han-se¡¯ than ¡®Se-yeong¡¯. When she was called that, she felt like they were close.


    ¡°Then, let¡¯s all go here.¡±


    While reaching out to Dong-hyeon who reached his own conclusion and turned around and left, Se-yeong froze when she saw Je-ha appearing in front of her.


    Fortunately, he headed towards the first-year table as if he had no intention of coming this way. Se-yeong sighed with relief because she thought he had returned earlier than expected.


    In the meantime, Se-yeong missed Dong-hyeon, so she gave up and sat down.


    ¡°So you decided to go out with Baek Je-ha? Day 1 from today?¡±


    Yoo-jeong asked with a mischievous face. Se-yeong, who shook her head, signaled with her eyes for her to not say so. Her throat was parched, and she looked around for water. Yoo-jeong handed over a lukewarm water bottle. She felt a little less thirsty after drinking an entire cup. With how greedily Baek Je-ha craved inside her mouth, she felt as if her saliva had dried up. When she recalled that rough and clumsy kiss, her face flushed red again, so Se-yeong poured and drank another cup of water again.


    ¡°Will there be rumors of the two of you dating tomorrow?¡±


    Yoo-jeong shrugged as she ate a soggy cheese nacho. Her tone was pretty languid because of how much she drank. Until last year, the third round was a little tiring, but this year, the crisis seemed to have come early. Se-yeong smiled bitterly, wondering why she had insisted on going to the second round.


    ¡°But you really didn¡¯t know Baek Je-ha enrolled?¡±


    Even with her eyes drooped, Yoo-jeong still didn¡¯t lose her suspicions. Se-yeong answered frankly.


    ¡¸I¡¯ve never contacted him after I graduated. I didn¡¯t even know his number because I changed my cell phone.¡¹


    She did it on purpose. She refused to confess that she liked him and told him to think of her as if she didn¡¯t exist. Je-ha cried, I can¡¯t give up. I love you so much. How can I think you don¡¯t exist?


    So she opened up a breathing room for Je-ha, who couldn¡¯t breath and sobbed. If we meet again as adults, if you still feel the same way, I will think about it.


    ¡°Didn¡¯t you wonder? The college he would have gone to.¡±


    ¡¸Of course, I thought he¡¯d go to medical school. His mother is a little¡­.¡¹


    ¡°Extreme.¡±


    ¡¸Yes.¡¹


    Though Je-ha was a freshman, he was famous for visiting the school often. The son was famous for his good looks, and the mother was famous for her skirt styles. Se-yeong¡¯s expression hardened a little when reminded of Je-ha¡¯s mother.


    Did she know that her son whom she raised dearly gave up medical school because of a woman? She must¡¯ve been very shocked because he had never rebelled before.


    It vaguely occurred to her that it hadn¡¯t been that smooth flowing for Baek Je-ha to be standing in front of her now.


    ¡°It does seem like a shame since he had the grades to get into medical school. Wow, if Baek Je-ha had the experience of being a medical student under his belt with that face, it would have been crazy. He would have had everything then. His family seems to be well off too, right?¡±


    ¡¸Yeah. He probably has a brother who goes to medical school. Oh, he must¡¯ve graduated. I think there was a slight age difference.¡¹


    ¡°Whoa.¡±


    Yoo-jeong, who threw away the nacho and reached out for jwipo, took a bite and frowned. It was hard and stiff. Then, she looked around, searching the cluttered table to find a lighter, and lightly roasted jwipo. The savory smell quickly wafted around.(T/N: Jwipo is dried filefish)


    ¡°But still, it¡¯s great that the two of you were able to meet again thanks to him.¡±


    Yoo-jeong¡¯s eyes drooped as she chewed on the softened jwipo. Se-yeong only laughed.


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    ¡°Han-se, you must¡¯ve done well in high school. A first-year baby changed his life because he loves you so much.¡±


    ¡¸That¡¯s not true. I was an outcast. I was the only one studying, who couldn¡¯t talk and was even fierce.¡¹


    If someone who doesn¡¯t know the situation hears it, they would never know it¡¯s about her story. Yoo-jeong stuck her tongue out at her acrimony. Se-yeong¡¯s expression did not change. Her barren eyes quickly lost their light as if they had been searching through the past for a moment.


    ¡°You must¡¯ve liked it because there was a part you liked.¡±


    Yoo-jeong tried to wrap it up with a smile. The mood seemed to be getting dark, so she changed the topic, saying that she was craving alcohol, and quickly filled Se-yeong¡¯s cup and hers. Emptying her glass without saying anything, Se-yeong seemed like she¡¯s burning with speed.

 Chapter 1.5

    Yoo-jeong glanced at Se-yeong and moved her head to find Je-ha. He was a head taller than the others, so she thought he would be easy to find, but she couldn¡¯t see if he went out with the first-years.


    ¡°How did you two meet?¡±


    ¡°Shit, you scared me. I was so surprised, Da-ram!¡±


    Yoo-jeong, who shouted as if she had met a ghost at the words that popped out from the side, swept a hand over her chest when she saw Da-ram. He seemed to have heard about it when Da-ram, who she thought had gone to another table, returned.


    ¡°If you didn¡¯t like being bullied for being a rude nerd, you¡¯re saying that you saw something in Baek Je-ha and liked it. Didn¡¯t you join a club or something?¡±


    ¡°Wow. Da-ram, you¡¯re so smart today. It¡¯s only when you drink alcohol that your brain works.¡±


    Yoo-jeong couldn¡¯t help but wonder if that was the case. Perhaps it was because it was an unexpected question, Se-yeong kept silent. The two friends knew Se-yeong didn¡¯t want to talk, so they didn¡¯t ask further, but they teased her saying, ¡°There is something, there is.¡±


    ¡°Anyway, good luck. I think Baek Je-ha is a little different. I can feel his pure sincerity?¡±


    ¡°What¡¯s pure is this soju.¡±


    ¡°Student Da-ram. Middle school students can drink soju, or not.¡±


    ¡°The glass is empty.¡±


    ¡°Yes. I¡¯ll pour you a drink.¡±


    Ignoring Yoo-jeong and Da-ram, who were exchanging drinks while talking nonsense, Se-yeong only sipped soju. Pure Baek Je-ha. Pure Soju. She giggled at the strange metaphor, and Yoo-jeong nagged at her to get some snacks.


    After Dong-hyun went around one more time to pick up the karaoke fee, the first place was sold out. Se-yeong paid, but she was worried that she would fall asleep if she went to the karaoke now. It had been a while since she drank, but she ended up drinking more than she could handle. On top of that, the scandal caused by Baek Je-ha continued to make her shake her head, and she was mentally pushed to the limit.


    Since she never turns red while drinking, the people around her did not know if Se-yeong was drunk or not. In fact, she was in a state where she could sleep on the street with the sky as the blanket if she were to drink one more glass. The problem was that the last train had passed. She would have to call in sick or sleep in a room in the major department until the first train.


    ¡°I mixed it all up, regardless of the year. When you go in, draw and enter.¡±


    A fourth-year student waved a container full of paper notes in front of the karaoke room. Yoo-jeong drew a note with great concentration, praying to be in the same room with at least either Da-ram or Se-yeong.


    ¡°Senior.¡±


    At that moment, Se-yeong looked back, flinching at the cold touch on her cheek. Je-ha waved a chocolate milk with a smile. She didn¡¯t know when he had bought it, but it was so cold that it woke her up.


    ¡°It¡¯s good for hangovers.¡±


    There was nothing in his appearance or manner to remind her of what had happened earlier. How did he deal with it? Did it go down naturally over time? After thinking about it, she heard Yoo-jeong¡¯s cry and turned her gaze forward again. After her draw, Yoo-jeong was encouraging Da-ram to pick Room 1.


    ¡°Sneak away with me.¡±


    Se-yeong smirked at Je-ha¡¯s words, as if he had read her mind. Seeing that she was laughing out loud, it seemed that she drank a lot. Come to think of it, the coldness of the milk that touched her cheek for a moment was pleasant.


    ¡¸If I sneak away with you, rumors would say that I¡¯m dating you.¡¹


    ¡°Aren¡¯t we going out yet? Then compensate me for my first kiss.¡±


    Se-yeong was embarrassed by the casual mention of his first kiss. Fortunately, no one was around when she looked around with her eyes.


    ¡°Drink.¡±


    Je-ha, who opened the milk carton next to her, inserted a straw and held it out. When she didn¡¯t answer because she was looking at the results of the draw, he touched her lips with the end of the straw. He increased his strength, as if trying to force her mouth open. The straw pressed against her lips more and more strongly, but it couldn¡¯t resist the force and slid to the side.


    ¡°Ha¡­ umb.¡±


    As soon as she opened her mouth to tell him not to do it, Je-ha grabbed the end of the straw and put it in her mouth. Before Se-yeong could put strength on her teeth, the straw was pushed into her mouth. Je-ha, who smiled triumphantly, moved behind her, wrapped his arms around Se-yeong and raised the milk.


    ¡°Suck it all up.¡±


    Se-yeong, who was trapped in his arms, was speechless and laughed. Why not just go around shouting that she¡¯s dating him?


    Se-yeong gave up fighting and sucked and drank the milk. She felt like a child and was bothered by the glances of acquaintances¡¯ faces.


    The white straw turned brown, and soon the sweetness spread in her mouth. Since she drank soju without any side dishes, the cold sweetness that wet her bitter tongue was frankly pleasing. Gulp, gulp. She swallowed repeatedly with thudding sounds.


    Je-ha looked down at Se-yeong with a satisfied face. The curves on her white face were beautiful. Her high nose and drunken cheeks kept him from taking his eyes off. Everytime she blinked, her long, dark eyelashes danced. The urge to kiss her round forehead kept his head raised.


    When he looked at her lips sucking the straw, he remembered the kiss from before and it almost made his cock stiff again. It was hard to get his cock, which had become painfully hard, to calm down after Se-yeong went in first. It was to no avail even after singing the national anthem to verse four.


    After Se-yeong drank half and opened her mouth, she gently bit Je-ha on the hand. He then raised his hand as he moistened his free mouth with his tongue.


    ¡°You¡­!¡±


    Je-ha, who drank the rest of the milk without hesitation, smiled while holding the empty milk carton.


    ¡°It¡¯s sweet. But I think it¡¯s less sweet than your saliva.¡±


    Was Baek Je-ha always this reckless? He wasn¡¯t. In the words of Se-yeong, the 17-years-old Baek Je-ha died. She never said not to do it, but he did well when he was told to do it.


    Did the absence of contact for two years bring about such a change?


    ¡¸You¡¯ve changed. You used to be a good listener and pure.¡¹


    ¡°I listened well, but I wasn¡¯t pure. I always jerked off every day before going to sleep, thinking about Senior.¡±


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    Se-yeong was so surprised that she almost dropped her cell phone. Je-ha smirked as Se-yeong reacted as if she couldn¡¯t believe him. He wondered how innocent she must have thought of himself.


    He bowed his head slightly and put his mouth to Se-yeong¡¯s ear and said it clearly.


    ¡°When you¡¯re 17, you only have sex in your head.¡±


    ¡¸¡­I¡¯m shocked.¡¹


    ¡°Still, I kept my line. I didn¡¯t dare to imagine your naked body. I could do it three times with Senior calling my name.¡±


    ¡¸Enough, that¡¯s enough.¡¹


    She felt like she knew the dark side of her beautiful school memories, so Se-yeong covered her ears and ran away to Yoo-jeong. Da-ram and Yoo-jeong urged her to quickly draw No. 1. As soon as it became Se-yeong¡¯s turn, she put her hand in and took a note out. Seeing her disappointment, she seemed to have picked No. 2.


    ¡°Baek Je-ha, you too, come and pick No. 2!¡±


    When Yoo-jeong called Je-ha to pick No. 2, Se-yeong grabbed her arm and pulled. Walking slowly towards them, Je-ha bit and sucked his lower lip.


    A sweet taste lingered in his mouth.


    Although Se-yeong couldn¡¯t speak, she sang well. Of course, there were times when she missed the beat a little or out of tune, but she still barely stuttered when she sang.


    Broca¡¯s aphasia is damage to the brain region that produces speech, so a typical treatment was melody intonation therapy.


    Speaking is in the domain of the dominant hemisphere, while singing is in the domain of the nondominant hemisphere, so there was no problem singing even if there was a problem with speaking.


    If she added a melody to what she wanted to say, she could speak exactly what she intended. So, while receiving melody intonation therapy, she turned what she wanted to say into a song, and sang it.


    However, adolescent immature beings were evil, and musical styles of dialogue were enough to be made fun of. She stuttered and was teased more than when she couldn¡¯t speak. Some people talked to her while singing exaggeratedly on purpose, while others pretended not to hear Se-yeong¡¯s words and ignored her.


    She felt like cold water was poured on her will to speak even when she sang. Come to think of it, the classmates at the time deliberately disparaged Se-yeong as being more vicious, unsightly, and comical to be bullied, and the desire to communicate, with such ridicule, disappeared.


    Se-yeong eventually shut her mouth. The world did not like something not ¡®normal¡¯ and rejected it. She had no interest in getting hurt in the process.


    Instead, she devoted herself to her studies ¡ª her GPA, the mock test. She never missed first place. There were still people who tried to suppress Se-yeong, saying that since she was mute, there wasn¡¯t any point in studying well, but she didn¡¯t care since she learned that she was motivated by a sense of inferiority. No, the more she studied, the crazier she studied.


    Fortunately, in a way, the high school curriculum hardly required speaking skills. The teachers didn¡¯t ask questions to students with aphasia, and only required them to answer the questions by hand.


    As she went from first-year to second-year, and from second-year to third-year, Se-yeong was completely isolated, where none of the students talked to her in her school.


    Some teachers, who pitied Se-yeong, tried to force her to make friends, but it didn¡¯t last long. The teachers were worried that Se-yeong would make an extreme choice because she was mentally cornered.


    However, Se-yeong was fine.


    ¡®You can say it with your mouth. I¡¯ll listen. Talk to me.¡¯


    Because a good and pure junior, who said that he liked her voice, supported her.


    ¡°Senior, aren¡¯t you going to sing?¡±


    ¡¸I¡¯m not going to sing. I drank too much.¡¹


    At least, she thought he was pure. When Se-yeong glanced at him, Je-ha raised his eyebrows as if he didn¡¯t know what to say. Je-ha definitely picked No. 1, but no matter what it wrote, he proudly entered Room 2 with Se-yeong.


    ¡°I¡¯ve been wanting to hear it for a long time.¡±


    ¡¸I¡¯ll call you later when you¡¯re alone.¡¹


    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    Je-ha bit his lips and smiled silently. But Se-yeong didn¡¯t know because she was watching a second-year sing so passionately. He clenched and unclenched his fists to contain his boiling emotions.


    ¡°That¡¯s why I haven¡¯t forgotten.¡±


    ¡°Huh?¡±


    Se-yeong looked back at what he said. Her eyes were almost relaxed, as if the alcohol had devoured her head. Slowly blinking, Se-yeong listened. Je-ha leaned her head against his arm.


    ¡°If you¡¯re sleepy, lean on me and sleep.¡±


    Perhaps because she was really sleepy, Se-yeong didn¡¯t refuse and leaned her head gently. At first, she just leaned her head and listened to the song while keeping the beat with her hand, but her hand gradually slowed down and she soon stopped responding.


    A third-year student, who was moving to the restroom, saw Se-yeong falling asleep and gestured with their hands, putting their hands together and to their ears. Jeha nodded his head, indicating that he knew.


    Je-ha holding his hands with his legs crossed, and Se-yeong sleeping peacefully against his arm. The reflection in the dark lighting of the karaoke room was like a picture.


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    ¡°Don¡¯t you have to wake her up?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s all right. I¡¯ll stay with her until she wakes up.¡±


    His clear smile seemed to have no ulterior motive. He nodded in agreement, picked up a padded jacket that had been thrown on the sofa, and put it over Se-yeong¡¯s legs.


    ¡°Thank you for your concern.¡±


    The student left the room praising his good manners.

 Chapter 1.6

    Se-yeong, who was rubbing the duvet because of its soft texture, opened her eyes. She suddenly wondered why she was sleeping on the duvet.


    She was definitely in the karaoke room¡­.


    The white bedding she saw in front of her was certainly something not worthy of being in the karaoke room. Se-yeong, who got up, clutched her head as if an earthquake had occurred.


    ¡°Ugh¡­.¡±


    She closed her eyes, then opened them and looked around. Everything her eyes saw was unfamiliar. The white-plated interior gave off a cold yet warm feeling of antinomy.


    The structure and furniture didn¡¯t seem to be of a motel. Her memory faded after she leaned her head on his arm. When she remembered up to that point, she heard the sound of water running, as if her hearing had returned to normal. Turning her head towards it, she saw an opaque glass door. The lights were on and the sound of the water seemed to be coming from the bathroom.


    ¡®Is this his house¡­¡¯


    What appeared to be an officetel looked like a place to live alone. Did he begin to live alone now that he had become a university student? It was surprising that his mother allowed him to live alone. Maybe when he gave up medical school, she just let him do whatever he wanted.


    Se-yeong looked down at herself. The dress and stockings remained the same, but there were no shoes. She felt something was missing, and quickly felt around her neck, but there was no Bluetooth speaker. She looked around in panic, but couldn¡¯t find it around the bed. She also couldn¡¯t find her cell phone either, because he had put it away with them.


    ¡°You woke up?¡±


    When the sound of the water stopped, Je-ha came out of the bathroom with a large towel draped around his waist. Se-yeong hesitated to ask if he had touched her things without permission.


    His wide shoulders, thick chest, and abs made her eyes dizzy. When he was dressed, he looked refreshing like a first-year, but when he took his clothes off, his muscular body was showing its beastly appearance. What is so refreshing about that body?


    ¡°Where¡­ my, cell, phone. You have it?¡±


    Maybe it was because she just woke up, or maybe it was because she was surprised to see Je-ha¡¯s body, but the words came out in a mess. Se-yeong, who couldn¡¯t convey what she wanted to say properly, bit her lips.


    Je-ha walked over, wiping his still wet hair with a small towel. Although  it was certain that he had drunk several times more than she had when they drank together, he had no signs of intoxication. She didn¡¯t know if it was because he washed, but he looked good. He sat down on the bed and faced Se-yeong.


    ¡°You can speak like you used to. I like it when you talk like you¡¯re singing.¡±


    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    When Se-yeong remained stubbornly silent, Je-ha¡¯s hand reached over and pressed on her lips. It felt completely different from the straw. His soft yet firm fingertip pressed against her lower lip. The moment her lips parted slightly, Se-yeong came to her senses and turned her head to avoid the hand. Her pressed lips were slightly numb.


    ¡°Do you always keep your mouth shut when I¡¯m not there?¡±


    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s a waste you didn¡¯t let anyone hear it, this beautiful voice?¡±


    He said it was a waste, but his expression was so bright that it was obvious that he wanted to die. As if he was happy that he monopolized Se-yeong¡¯s voice.


    ¡°I don¡¯t like it. Pe-people. L, au¡­ laugh.¡±


    ¡°They¡¯re all morons.¡±


    Je-ha grinned and pressed Se-yeong¡¯s lower lip again. He put his index finger inside her lip and rubbed with his thumb on the other side. Se-yeong felt strange and tried to remove it, but the difference in strength was huge.


    ¡°Well, that¡¯s fine with me. It¡¯s a little slow, but I can understand it well.¡±


    ¡®What do you mean that¡¯s ok? I stuttered like this, and the order of the words was messed up.¡¯ Not wanting to hear empty words, Se-yeong furrowed her thin, straight eyebrows and scowled at Je-ha. But he went on calmly.


    ¡°You must have practiced until you threw up blood.¡±


    Se-yeong¡¯s pupils dilated greatly at the serious voice. She was stunned. Her heart raced like crazy when he said she must have practiced until she threw up blood. No one noticed her efforts, and no one gave any meaning to her efforts. No matter how hard she struggled and tried to get better, Han Se-yeong was mute and stuttered.


    But how did Baek Je-ha know? Se-yeong had never practiced speaking in front of him. Je-ha liked to listen to her speak with a melody, so she always talked like that.


    ¡®Han! Uh¡­. Ha-ja, Ha Se-yeo, uh¡­ um. No, Han Se-yeong¡­ Haaa.¡¯(P/N: The ¡°Haaa¡± is a sigh.)


    Je-ha recalled Se-yeong, who recited numerous times a line of self-introduction as she faced the blackboard alone in the music room with no one around. Whenever she failed, she clenched her fist or squeezed her neck to express her frustration. She beat herself up for not being able to speak properly, crushing her lips to the point of swelling.


    Se-yeong, who didn¡¯t like to show her weakness in front of people, always tried so hard that the hearts of those who saw her in unknown places fluttered.


    ¡°How¡­ did you kn-now?¡±


    ¡°I know. If I don¡¯t know, who will?¡±


    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    Han Se-yeong, who he saw after 2 years, became prettier, cooler, stronger, thornier, and more dangerous. Je-ha smiled as he felt the poison disappear from her white face. A natural smile without any embellishment shone brightly like the sun.


    ¡°So relax in front of me.¡±


    Even though his body became so big and muscular like a wild beast, he was still the pure Baek Je-ha who held his chin in the music room and listened to Se-yeong sing.


    Se-yeong breathed deeply and struggled to suppress her trembling chest as she was about to cry. After taking a few breaths, she thanked him softly.


    ¡°Thank you, Je-ha.¡±


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    Je-ha flinched at the sweet voice that flowed through the monotonous melody. His throat swelled rapidly.


    A sweet voice that was still so sweet his ears would break finally called his name. It was a moment he missed and waited for so long.


    When a stranger told him her phone number had changed, he was heartbroken because it was as if Se-yeong had erased him, but he thought he could meet her if he came to this school.


    Even when he was thrilled to finally meet Se-yeong again today, Se-yeong built a wall at a distance as if she had forgotten all about the past.


    He couldn¡¯t understand it at first. For what reason, why. He thought about it all day to understand Se-yeong¡¯s attitude.


    But he realized it when he met Se-yeong in the alley. How desperate this woman was to test himself.


    She wanted to know, ¡®Is Baek Je-ha still crazy about Han Se-yeong?¡¯ She wondered if the colors of his emotions had faded over time. ¡®Is he no longer as blind as he was back then?¡¯


    Se-yeong examined Je-ha carefully and confirmed. Maybe the innocent seventeen-year-old boy had returned.


    ¡®Then, do it. With me.¡¯


    And when she confirmed Je-ha had not changed, she reached out first.


    ¡°Look at this.¡±


    Je-ha only lowered his eyes to point to the throbbing center. Se-yeong, who had shifted her gaze without much thought, flinched. The center of the gray towel rose high. Even while Se-yeong was watching, it rose higher and higher.


    ¡°When Senior calls my name, it stands up like this. That¡¯s why I used to masturbate all night.¡±


    Je-ha smiled and bowed his head. Se-yeong pulled back to avoid Je-ha, who quickly closed the distance, but that was to no avail. Rather, Je-ha climbed onto the bed and laid Se-yeong down.


    ¡°Je¡­ Ha. Wa, sh.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s okay because I washed.¡±


    ¡°I¡­ heub.¡±


    ¡®After I wash¡­¡¯ Je-ha lowered his head and pressed their lips together without giving her a chance to speak. Biting and sucking her lips, Se-yeong hurriedly grabbed his shoulders and then flinched at the touch of his bare skin. His strong shoulders radiated heat.


    Je-ha, who was sucking on Se-yeong¡¯s plump lips, hurriedly stuck his tongue out. As if he couldn¡¯t think to be gentle, his tongue that coveted in her mouth was intense. He dug inside mercilessly, stimulating the salivary glands, and sucked up all the flowing liquid.


    When Se-yeong couldn¡¯t withstand it and drew her tongue inward, Je-ha pushed harder to grab her tongue and hit her teeth. Still, he did not back down and ran his tongue everywhere. In the end, Se-yeong stuck her tongue out and Je-ha bit it automatically in response.


    ¡°Heuub¡­!¡±


    The moment he bit her tongue, her eyes went black and then bright as if there was a power outage. Je-ha quickly took his teeth out and sucked on her tongue with his lips, as if he had bitten it to make it hurt.


    As fast as her tongue was about to be pulled out, Se-yeong felt her spine tingling and the place between her legs wet. It was the tongue that was being pushed, but she couldn¡¯t understand why the reaction was coming from the bottom.


    The feeling of getting wet inside her body was embarrassing. The hot feeling flowed down from the inside as if it was a period. There were another 15 days before she would get her period. She tried to tighten her lower abdomen quickly, but it was a meaningless act. It got hotter when she released it after holding it in.


    The same was true with Je-ha. The moment Han Se-yeong¡¯s tongue touched his, electricity ran through his head as if he were electrocuted, and he felt as if he was out of his mind.


    Han Se-yeong¡¯s saliva was sweet but bitterly sweet. He couldn¡¯t stop sucking it even though his tongue was numb, just like chewing a can of chocolate in his mouth at once.


    When he sucked her tongue, more saliva came out of her, so he continued to suck it, and Se-yeong tried to push his shoulder out as if she was in pain. But it was not outside, nor under the walls of the alleyway. Je-ha didn¡¯t want to stop like before. He grabbed Se-yeong¡¯s dry hands and pulled them over her head. He raised both her hands and pressed their bodies close together.


    Only then did Je-ha realize that the towel, which had been barely hanging around his waist, flowed down to the side. He was naked now. There was nothing to hide his cock that was stiff enough to hit his lower abdomen. Because of the close contact with her body, it touched Se-yeong¡¯s legs and its head was pushed inside her dress. The strange feeling of her stockings was very stimulating.


    ¡°Hu, hngh¡­ euu¡­.¡±


    Does Se-yeong know? How erotic her moans are and how strongly she shakes her breasts against Je-ha. With the sweet moan, Je-ha, who was trembling, took his mouth off and burst into a rough breath.


    ¡°Haaa, I think I¡¯m going to explode.¡±


    Se-yeong couldn¡¯t respond to his words because she was suffering from a sense of weakness as if her soul had been sucked out when he sucked her tongue. The appearance of a pale blush blooming on a face white enough to be transparent was reminiscent of a peach. Je-ha, who had been staring at her reddened eyes anxiously, stuck his tongue out and licked it slightly. Tears hanging from the corners of her eyes creeped down his tongue.


    Once, twice, three times¡­ Se-yeong closed her eyes as he continued to lick her. Then Je-ha relaxed and put his lips on her eyes.


    If he sucked and ate like this, he thought it would be possible to swallow Han Se-yeong. Je-ha¡¯s firm and slender abdomen reacted with small tremors, as if he felt hungry. How nice it would be to swallow her whole.


    ¡°Stra, nge¡­.¡±


    Se-yeong was a little anxious because she could feel his tongue licking over her eyelids. When he pressed his tongue, she felt pressure on her eyes. Je-ha, who moved his lips to the side, licked the bridge of her nose, went up, and licked her forehead in a circle, struggling with his mouth on her forehead. He thought his breath was too hot, and his body tensed.


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    ¡°Senior¡­.¡±


    Je-ha hugged Se-yeong¡¯s head tightly. Se-yeong¡¯s head ached terribly by the crushing pressure of his arm as it felt like her hair was being pulled out. However, she couldn¡¯t even ask him to let go as he hugged her tightly and breathed heavily.


    ¡°Ngh¡­.¡±


    A low moan broke out, and semen poured over her thighs and underwear.


    ¡°!¡±

 Chapter 1.7

    Se-yeong, who felt the warm liquid, opened her mouth in bewilderment. Then, as if Je-ha had misunderstood her, he pressed his lips together to kiss her. However, he flinched a few more times, unable to insert his tongue and only their lips touching each other. Each time that happened, a hot breath permeated Se-yeong¡¯s mouth, and the remaining semen was sprayed onto her underwear.


    Little by little, Je-ha¡¯s body, which had become extremely stiff, began to lose strength, and soon Je-ha moved to the side. Lying next to Se-yeong, his chest went up and down greatly.


    Se-yeong turned her head to the side and looked at Je-ha without moving because her lower body was covered with semen.


    She didn¡¯t know because of the persistent kiss, but she was covered in sweat. While looking at the rising and falling ribcage, she saw the genitals that were still vigorously swelling and twitching slip down.


    The large, magnificent genitals were pale pink in color. The straight pillar and the smooth glans seemed to be a part of Baek Je-ha. If your face is handsome, are your genitals also good looking¡­? As she was lost in appreciation, she felt a hot breath in her ear. Je-ha, who regained consciousness, was smiling. Se-yeong coughed, as she became embarrassed when he caught her staring at him.


    ¡°Is this how you kiss?¡±


    ¡°Wh-what.¡±


    ¡°I was just wondering if you were going to beg me for a kiss, even though I didn¡¯t touch you. Just kissing is good as dying, but sex won¡¯t really kill you, right?¡±


    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    ¡°I think they¡¯re the same, let¡¯s roll this up a bit.¡±


    Je-ha  suddenly reached out, grabbed, and lifted the dress. Embarrassed, Se-yeong clamped her legs together and the semen, which had been melted to her body temperature, flowed down her thighs. Gasp. Shaking from the strange feeling, Je-ha turned to the side, put his chin on her thigh, and carefully looked at her groin.


    Se-yeong gave strength to her bottom just from the touch of Je-ha¡¯s gaze. Even as she tightened her bottom, the feeling of dampness did not go away.


    ¡°It¡¯s completely covered with my semen. It smells really lewd.¡±


    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    Se-yeong¡¯s face turned red. Je-ha licked his lips with his tongue several times as if his mouth was dry, and moved his position to between her legs. He then grabbed her clenched legs and spread them to the sides. His strength was so strong that her legs were wide open, and Se-yeong screamed. The legs were spread so naturally that anyone would think Se-yeong spread them herself.


    ¡°Wa¡­ uh¡­ wash up¡­ sit up.¡±


    Se-yeong realized that she could not sing or speak in such a situation. She wasn¡¯t brazen enough to put a melody in without hesitation.


    ¡°All right.¡±


    Even though the words came out in a mess, Je-ha understood immediately without any difficulty and answered. It was fascinating. Even Se-yeong, who spoke, wondered what she had said, but how did he understand it?


    ¡°But if you¡¯re going to wash up, you can get dirty before that, right?¡±


    ¡°What?¡±


    ¡°Let me do it one more time. I really can¡¯t stand it.¡±


    Je-ha bit his lips and smiled. Se-yeong then looked at his face and noticed that his cheeks were red, unlike before. His eyes were already filled with excitement. It was so visible that the string of reasoning was dangling like it was going to break.


    His voice was low, so even though he was talking, she felt drowsy and strange.


    Se-yeong swallowed her saliva and lowered her gaze. Perhaps it was from sweat that his firm chest and abdomen glistened as if they were reflecting the light of an electric lamp. Passing through the finely divided abs, she could see his slightly shaking genitals. As if sensing Se-yeong¡¯s gaze, it nodded heavily once. The tip of the tip was wet and shiny, and the small crack in the center widened as if it was about to ejaculate at any moment. As if seeing the most lewd thing in the world, Se-yeong¡¯s heart was beating several times faster.


    Je-ha slowly grabbed his pillar and swept his hand up and down under Se-yeong¡¯s gaze. He swept the glans with his palm, wet his hand with pre-cum, and shook it slowly.


    He was very excited that Se-yeong was watching. To be honest, he felt like he would ejaculate just by shaking it quickly a couple of times. However, he didn¡¯t want to vainly ejaculate, so he tightened his core to endure. The feeling of ejaculating had already soared to the top of his head.


    The way Se-yeong laid with her legs spread apart and watched him shake his cock with tense eyes, was too lewd. Her knitted dress was already up to her belly, and her light beige underwear was not much different from her skin color, so it felt like it was her naked body. Plus, she was even wet with his semen.


    ¡°Huuu¡­.¡±


    Every time he took a breath and adjusted the speed, his hips, as if they were splitting, tightened and loosened, and his thighs were full of strength.


    Se-yeong was so fascinated even though she was just looking at him with her eyes, wondering what would happen if she touched it. Will he be able to keep his sanity?


    Se-yeong¡¯s breathing accelerated and matched the speed of Je-ha¡¯s hand. When Je-ha flinched, Se-yeong also flinched, and when Je-ha relaxed, Se-yeong also relaxed.


    Watching him rubbing and shaking his genitals that appeared to be the size of her forearm in a hurry, she couldn¡¯t stand it as her toes were numb. When she clenched her toes, her groin also became tense. When she tightened and then loosened it, hot liquid came out and wet her underwear.


    The outside of her underwear is wet with semen, and the inside is wet with her love fluid. Se-yeong was so embarrassed that she wanted to take off her underwear. However, she could not do it because she thought it would stimulate Baek Je-ha if she did it in front of him.


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    Haaa, huuu. Rough and deep breaths mingled with each other, and an obscene smell began to fill the house that was not too small. The lingering intoxication, which had not completely gone away, dragged her back into its depths, and her mind went blank.


    The passage of time also disappeared, and only this situation took over her mind.


    ¡°Senior¡­.¡±


    Je-ha murmured with a sigh. Se-yeong was very nervous even though she was only called ¡°Senior¡± and not by name. She waited for the next word, but it didn¡¯t follow easily. Instead of speaking, he moved his hand faster and breathed heavily.


    That was the signal. Je-ha, who glanced down at his glans quickly, frowned more and more. Later, he narrowed his eyes as if it was difficult to keep them open, and then closed them completely. As the well-knitted abs tightened to make its lines clear as a washboard, the massive genitals became greatly excited and spewed semen.


    ¡°Hah!¡±


    With a short exclamation, the grayish and slick semen dripped over the dark beige ribbed dress. It felt as if an animal was marking its territory.


    Se-yeong was putting strength on her body just like Je-ha, but she came to her senses and relaxed. She tensed up so much that her limbs trembled against her will.


    ¡°Senior, stay still¡­.¡±


    Je-ha was so excited that he couldn¡¯t speak properly, and strode over to Se-yeong¡¯s stomach. He placed his knee to the side of Se-yeong¡¯s waist and glanced down at his genitals again. The remaining semen dripped onto Se-yeong¡¯s chest, neck, and mouth.


    He eventually rubbed his semen-stained tip against Se-yeong¡¯s red, plumped lips before he released his hand from his genitals as if satisfied.


    Se-yeong didn¡¯t do anything. She didn¡¯t exactly lift a finger. However, when Je-ha ejaculated, she felt as if something burst inside her. At that moment, as if it was an accident, her underwear became hot and damp and all the strength in her body drained away.


    As she was exhausted and unable to move, Je-ha, who moved to her side, put his hand on her back and raised her upper body. He kissed Se-yeong¡¯s face everywhere with a face that¡¯s so happy as if he wanted to die. He didn¡¯t care about his own semen and licked it. With a fierce kiss, he licked and smacked at her red swollen lips again.


    When Se-yeong turned her head to the side to avoid him because she thought she was really going to die, he stopped kissing and hugged her.


    ¡°It¡¯s hard. I¡¯ll get some water in the bathtub. Wait a minute.¡±


    Je-ha removed the hair that stuck to her face and laid Se-yeong down again. Her clothes and the duvet were dirty and damp with semen, but Se-yeong couldn¡¯t keep her eyes open. She had already fallen asleep in a drunken state and then woke up briefly. However, when she lost all her energy, she couldn¡¯t maintain her consciousness.


    She slowly closed her eyes and opened them to see Je-ha entering the bathroom. She knew he was getting water, but her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn¡¯t stand it. Still, her eyes closed while she thought about needing to wash up and then sleep.


    ¡°Senior, washing your clothes¡­.¡±


    After setting the water temperature, Je-ha quickly closed his mouth when he came out and saw Se-yeong sleeping. He couldn¡¯t hold back his lips, drawing a long arc.


    Her hair all messed up, her face wet with sweat, and her clothes messed up with cum. But why was it so good? Why did she look so pretty?


    Je-ha sat on the floor with his arms and chin on the bed and watched Se-yeong. Se-yeong, who slept so deeply that there was no movement for a moment, breathed evenly without knowing Je-ha was watching.


    ¡°Senior, you¡¯re really tough. How could you change your number and not contact me even once? Didn¡¯t you miss me?¡±


    Je-ha grumbled at the sleeping Se-yeong. She was asleep, so she didn¡¯t say anything, but even if she was awake, it didn¡¯t seem like she would say what he wanted to hear. There¡¯s nothing wrong with Han Se-yeong¡¯s personality where she pushed herself to the point of being harsh, of course. In fact, because Se-yeong cut off contact completely, Je-ha was more eager to study and devote himself to his exams.


    Thinking that she needed to be washed before the water cooled down, Je-ha carefully cradled Se-yeong and headed to the bathroom. Despite how tall she was, she was so thin that she was not heavy at all. When you¡¯re unconscious, your body will droop and feel heavier, but she was only light. Maybe he felt that way because of an overproduction of endorphins.


    The bathroom was hot because he had the heater on when he showered. Sitting across the bathtub, he carefully removed her dress. Se-yeong¡¯s body leaned helplessly against Je-ha¡¯s chest.


    When he took off the camisole, her bulging breasts were immersed in Je-ha¡¯s eyes. The moment he saw her round curves, his heart pounded and he was breathless. Moreover, seeing her round areolas that were like azaleas and the slightly rising nipples made him distraught.


    ¡°Haaa¡­.¡±


    Je-ha¡¯s mouth was dry and his hands were shaking, so he couldn¡¯t touch her lower body right away. Even at the age of 17, when he was in the prime of his life, he didn¡¯t dare imagine this breast. He didn¡¯t think he should. He thought she shouldn¡¯t be defiled, even in his head.


    That person was now in his hands. Her body was marked with semen. There, the joy kept coming into his head today.


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    Je-ha gulped and then took off her stockings and panties. His face was filled with relief and excitement when he found signs of wetness inside her underwear. He was happy that Se-yeong felt the same as him.


    As soon as he saw the triangle with a well-groomed black pubic hair, Je-ha¡¯s genitals twitched again and raised its head. He was going crazy. Once the tide rises, there is no way to stop it.


    He tried to ignore the throbbing cock and went into the bathtub holding Se-yeong. Se-yeong flinched as if it was a little hot. As a result, Se-yeong¡¯s face rubbed against his neck and chest, making Je-ha more likely to die.


    He sang the national anthem and the high school song in his heart, enduring to the point the veins on his forehead stood out. However, holding the naked Se-yeong, it was of no use.


    He prayed earnestly that Se-yeong would wake up, but Se-yeong, who was exhausted, did not and only her weary breath regularly tickled Je-ha¡¯s throat.

 Chapter 1.8

    When Se-yeong opened her eyes, light was coming in brightly through the window. Just looking at the sky made her think it was past noon. Se-yeong, who blinked slowly, turned her gaze to the black color that was caught in the lower part of her peripheral vision.


    Je-ha¡¯s hair. Half of his face was buried under the duvet, revealing only his forehead. It was as if he was digging into the duvet to escape the light in his sleep. The problem was that it¡¯s on Se-yeong¡¯s chest and neither of them was wearing anything. Se-yeong lifted the duvet, but quickly put it back down and pretended not to see it.


    ¡®Come to think of it, I said I was going to wash yesterday and fell asleep. There¡¯s no way I would have slept with only my dirty clothes off¡­.¡¯ She wanted to think so, but her body was too fresh for that.


    Thinking that Je-ha had washed her himself, her face went hot. Last night¡¯s events were not as clear as if obscured by fog. ¡®Did Je-ha cum on me? I drank a bit too much. If I had drunk in moderation, I wouldn¡¯t have woken up in the same bed with Je-ha like this.¡¯


    She was thirsty and wanted to check her cell phone as well, so Se-yeong carefully turned her body to the other side. She did get caught naked, but she was going to look for something to wear.


    Fortunately, there was a closet next to the bed and her clothes were neatly hung. It was not difficult to find because it was neatly arranged according to the type of clothes.


    She chose a T-shirt and cotton pants with the most ease, but the cotton pants were big at the waist, so even if she wore them, they seemed to fall off. She looked for her clothes wearing the longest T-shirt. In anticipation that Je-ha fell asleep only after washing them, they would have dried up.


    Sneaking into the utility room, she looked into the washing machine and saw her clothes as expected. They seemed dry, but the thick knit dress was still damp. On the other hand, the panties were dry. She was relieved and put on her underwear, took out the dress, hung it, and left the utility room.


    Only then did she see the house properly. It was a two-room structure with a living room and a kitchen together, a bedroom, and a small room, but the bedroom was as spacious as the living room. No matter how you look at it, it was a spacious house to live in alone. Maybe because it hadn¡¯t been long since he moved, there was not much furniture, which made it feel more so as it was empty.


    Se-yeong leaned against the bedroom door and looked inside. At least, the bedroom was a living space and had more of an aura that a person was living here.


    She thought the bed was too big for one person, but considering Je-ha¡¯s height, she understood. If it was a normal single bed, he wouldn¡¯t be able to lie down with his legs stretched out. In fact, Je-ha would sleep while curled up.


    When she took out a 500-ml bottled water from the refrigerator and drank it, it seemed that she could barely live. Fortunately, the cell phone was in the living room with the bag. Se-yeong tried to pick up her speaker, but left it alone and sat down on the sofa with only her cell phone.


    3 P.M. She slept for a long time. Hundreds of group messages piled up. She got sick of it even before reading it, so she gave up checking it and decided to only check her personal messages.


    [Han-se, did you take a taxi?]


    She hesitated for a moment to reply to Yoo-jeong¡¯s message, saying, ¡°I took a taxi, and I just woke up.¡±


    Come to think of it, she didn¡¯t know where she was, so she looked out the window. Se-yeong, who stood up from her seat and looked out the window, looked around, doubting her eyes. She saw the front gate of the school across the street.


    Only then did Se-young find out that this was not a new villa in the town, but the most expensive residential officetel around here. There was a mart and a large bookstore underground, and a department store was also nearby, so the cheapest average monthly rent was well over 1 million won.


    Jeha¡¯s parents seemed to accept and support Je-ha no matter what university or career path he chose. ¡®Was it a relief? I might not have heard that Je-ha¡¯s career path and life plan had gone awry because of me.¡¯


    ¡®Jeha must have joined our department because he had an idea. Don¡¯t tell me you chose it just because I¡¯m here?¡¯


    As she looked down over the campus, Se-yeong thought he could have chosen the same university, but the reason he insisted on the same department was because he set his mind to this.


    She felt strange because she had never seen the university from this high. The green campus could not be seen all at once. She looked for the international academies, the academic halls, and the libraries. In spring, cherry blossoms were in full bloom all over the campus. The cherry blossom road was well established enough to say that there was no need to go to Yeouido to see it.(T/N: Yeouido is an island in Seoul, South Korea that has a beautiful Cherry Blossom bloom at Yeouido Park.)


    ¡°Did you sleep well?¡±


    ??She was looking around the school without realizing that time was passing when she heard Jeha¡¯s voice from behind.


    ¡°You woke up?¡±


    Se-young opened her mouth more comfortably when she saw Je-ha coming out of the living room shaking his hair. She said as if singing in a soft voice. Baek Je-ha was the only one in the whole world she was fine with doing this in front of. She knew that even if everyone in the world laughed and ridiculed her, Baek Je-ha wouldn¡¯t do that.


    Jeha covered his mouth with his fist and yawned for a long time, then walked behind Se-young, hugged her waist tightly, and leaned his chin on her shoulder. Seeing that he couldn¡¯t open his eyes and yawned one after another, he seemed to still be tired.


    With his firm arms wrapped around her waist and shoulders and his head pressed against hers, Se-yeong let out a smirk. They hadn¡¯t seen each other for two years and it¡¯s only been a day since they reunited, but what¡¯s this naturalness? It was as if the two years had evaporated and disappeared. Maybe it was because she unraveled all the hustle and bustle yesterday and even did something like that.


    ¡°Sleep more. It¡¯s Saturday.¡±


    ¡°What time is it?¡±


    ¡°3 o¡¯clock. I borrowed your clothes.¡±


    Jeha opened his eyes and checked what clothes she was wearing. It was a white plain shirt. Turning his head a little more, he saw the nipple rising above his clothes and bit Se-young¡¯s shoulder without hurting her.


    ¡°Ah.¡±


    Se-young shrugged her shoulders saying it tickled. Jeha rubbed his face against her shoulders and neck, and something stung. A beard? In the past, it was so soft that it didn¡¯t look like he would grow a beard. His face also looked more like a pretty boy than a manly man.


    His eyes are big and dark, so he has a strong impression, but his face is white and small, so he sometimes dresses up as a woman during the school festival talent show. He proudly won the championship by showing off his flower beauty among his friends who already had a second sexual symbol.


    Thinking back on that time, she felt a new emotion. Se-young, who lived in the library even during the festival because of the entrance exam, did not actually see the precious appearance in-person and later only saw it through a video of the festival.


    ??Baek Je-ha, who was like that, now had a man¡¯s face from head to toe, as well as a beard. With this size, he could no longer dress as a woman. Se-young, who was thinking about the talent show at the academic seminar, laughed again.


    ¡°In a good mood?¡±


    ¡°If you go to an academic seminar, first-year students have to show off their talents.¡±


    ¡°I heard about it. Why all of a sudden?¡±


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    ¡°I laughed because I remembered you dressed up as a woman at the festival.¡±


    ¡°Ugh.¡± Je-ha frowned as if he, who moaned briefly, did not want to think about it.


    ¡°It was really pretty, but it¡¯s a pity I didn¡¯t see it in person.¡±


    It was so pretty and cute even in a blurry video because it was far away, but how pretty it would have been in person. When Se-young was truly disappointed, Je-ha narrowed his eyes and shook Se-young¡¯s shoulder with her teeth.


    ¡°If Sunbae wants, I can still dance in a skirt. Tell me. What kind of style do you like? Miniskirt and high heels? A long skirt with open sides?¡±


    Se-young¡¯s mouth opened wide. It was hard to imagine Baek Je-ha, who was over 190 in size, wearing a miniskirt. However, on reflection, she thought that a miniskirt would look good on long and slim legs.


    ¡°Seeing that you really want to see it, Sunbae¡¯s preference is quite dangerous.¡±


    ¡°No, it¡¯s not.¡±


    It is true that she wants to see it because it¡¯s a rare sight that she will never forget once she sees it, but it was not to her taste. However, somehow he didn¡¯t seem to believe it. Jeha bit her earlobe, saying, ¡°If you want to see it, tell me you want to see it.¡± Although Se-young smiled and avoided to the side, he followed her persistently. Eventually, Se-young stood with her back against the window and Je-ha locked Se-young in his arms.


    Sparks flew out of their eyes as they met. As he tried to kiss her naturally, Se-young quickly covered her mouth with her hand.


    ¡°I¡¯m going to wash up.¡±


    Jeha burst into laughter at the resolute voice. Then he pressed his lips to the back of her hand. He rubbed the back of her hand as if he had bitten and sucked on her lips, and whispered in a low, subdued voice.


    ¡°When you were being washed up yesterday, I thought if there was hell, that was it. Because I couldn¡¯t touch these pretty breasts in front of me.¡±


    ¡°¡­¡­.¡±


    As Jeha¡¯s hand gently gripped her breast, Se-young stopped moving as if she had broken down. His hands were so big that they easily covered her breasts. Because she wore a T-shirt without a bra, the touch of his hand was clearly conveyed over the thin cloth.


    Jeha gently scratched the top of the clothes with his index finger. Her nipples were rubbed slightly. When Se-young removed his hand telling him not to do it, she raised her head. His lips lightly touched her lips, which were exposed defenselessly, and then fell off.


    ¡°The saying that stealing, which I learned late, is scary, is right. I can¡¯t stop this.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re 20 years old now, what are you learning late? I think it¡¯s early.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s not too early to have your first kiss at 20.¡±


    Jeha kissed her lips again, saying that even middle school students can kiss at least. It seemed to stop as it was, but he pressed their lips together more urgently. Se-young couldn¡¯t step back because her head touched the window. She could have avoided it by turning her head to the side, but in the end, she didn¡¯t think of rejecting it to that extent, so she accepted the kiss. Jeha, who had been pouring kisses on her until he was out of breath, reluctantly spoke. He took in a quick breath.


    ¡°I¡¯m hungry. Hurry up and wash up and eat.¡±


    Although he took his body off, he looked like he would go straight back to bed again after washing up and eating. Se-young hesitated for a moment and nodded. Last night, she decided when she reached out to him first in the alleyway.


    ¡°All right.¡±


    Because it was Saturday, the department store in front of the university was crowded with people. It would have been more so because it was the first weekend after the semester began. The weekend part-timer was busy dealing with customers, missing the quiet of last week.


    ¡°Welcome. Wow¡­.¡±


    Then a man entered the store. His tall stature and strong impression overwhelmed people. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him. The part-timer also forgot his duty and followed his movements with his eyes.


    He walked to the stand without showing any concern for others and looked at the clothes on the mannequin. Then he looked around as if he were looking for an employee.


    ¡°Are you looking for a one piece dress? This Spring¡¯s New Product,¡±


    ¡°Give it to me. Is it one size?¡±


    ¡°Yes. Please come this way. I will prepare it right away.¡±


    Was he here to buy clothes for his girlfriend? There was no hesitation in choosing a loose-fit long dress with a slit that was both comfortable and chic. As he was holding out his card to pay, he reached out to the side of the counter and held out another pair of black leggings.


    ¡°Please count these together.¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


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    He arranged the folded clothes in a shopping bag, received the card and paid for it.


    ¡°I guess it¡¯s a gift for your girlfriend. She¡¯ll like it.¡±


    He returned the receipt and card and talked to him secretly, and suddenly a bright flower bloomed on the man¡¯s calm face even though he was handsome. It was a smile so bright that the part-timer lost his mind.


    ¡°Yeah. If she likes it, I¡¯ll come again. Sell a lot.¡±


    The part-timer, who was staring blankly at the man who turned away with a shopping bag, came to his senses only after being urged by a customer who brought his clothes to pay.

 Chapter 1.9

    After washing, Se-young, who was drying her long hair thoroughly, turned off the hair dryer when she caught sight of Je-ha in the mirror. He wore a cardigan and came back with a shopping bag.


    ¡°I bought something that looked comfortable.¡±


    ¡°Is it for me?¡±


    ¡°You can¡¯t go out wearing clothes that aren¡¯t dry.¡±


    The knit dress was still damp. Se-young was thinking about cooking or ordering food to eat in, so she never thought he would buy clothes. Se-young¡¯s eyes widened when she opened the shopping bag.


    ¡°Why didn¡¯t you say something? I would have given you my card.¡±


    ¡°I got it dirty, so I have to buy it.¡±


    Se-young rolled her eyes at the brazenness of mentioning the reason why her knit dress was being washed. Jeha grinned and reached for her long hair, which was not yet dry. He curled her hair around his long finger, put it behind her shoulder and let it go. Not having been long since she got a perm, his gesture clearly revived the curls. Even though he didn¡¯t say it, his face showed that he thought it was pretty.


    ¡°What do you like? Shall we go to the middle gate?¡±


    General restaurants were gathered on the middle gate, and restaurants that only undergraduates knew were gathered on the back gate side. Instead, the difficulty of the food was higher at the back gate, so it was better to go on a date at the middle gate. Se-yeong smiled when she realized that she naturally thought it was a date.


    She decided to go to an oven pizza restaurant near the middle gate and made preparations. The long dress Je-ha bought was spearmint-colored, which was perfect for spring. The material was thick enough to wear alone, so it looked okay without wearing outerwear.


    When they came outside, it was Saturday and a warm day, so there were many people. However, before taking the first step out, Je-ha grabbed her hand. Se-yeong looked up at him with a slight frown.


    She was wearing the speaker and held her cell phone in her right hand. However, if one hand was held like this, it would be difficult to operate the cell phone with only her right hand.


    ¡°Let go.¡±


    She tried to take his hand off, but his hands were strong and firm as if he would not let go once he held it. His heat transferred to the palm of her hand. Moreover, he did not hide the joy in his face that was so gently loosened as if he was so happy to hold her hand. He did worse things, but Se-yeong couldn¡¯t understand why he liked holding hands so much.


    ¡°There are a lot of people. I don¡¯t want to lose you.¡±


    Je-ha waved their hands gently with a dazzling smile. The gesture of excitement was ridiculous, and all the laughter came out. Looking at it like this, he looked 20 years old. So she knew it¡¯s an excuse, but Se-yeong put her cell phone in her bag without questioning. A sweet smile was drawn on Je-ha¡¯s face.


    The two soon mixed into the crowd and began walking towards the middle gate.


    She never in her life thought her hands were small, but compared to Baek Je-ha¡¯s hands, they were as small and thin as children¡¯s hands. His fingers were long and slender and looked pretty, but holding each other like this, they were heavy and firm. His fingertips strongly pressed the back of her hand, and Se-young flinched for a moment.


    ¡°Sunbae has cold hands.¡±


    Cold hands. Her feet were freezing in the garage. Even in summer, her hands and feet were cold enough to sleep with socks on. Even though it was a familiar cold temperature, it was sometimes surprisingly icy.


    But as Je-ha was holding it,  it felt like her hand was getting warm enough to melt.


    The oven pizza restaurant they decided to go to was a place where Se-yeong often came with her friends. She came there the first time last winter, but the place was full due to the spread of word of mouth. Even though it was still early in the evening, there was a waiting line. It seemed to be the same if they went somewhere else, so they decided to just wait.


    When they went to the waiting room, there was only one seat left. In front of her, Je-ha seated Se-yeong. Se-yeong, who quietly sat down, glanced around and looked up at Je-ha. He was looking inside the store, and he still looked unwilling to let go of his hand. Their hands, which had become lukewarm as if they were cold, were about to start sweating.


    She was able to look calmly at Je-ha for the first time in a long time. When Se-yeong looked at him, Je-ha lightly brushed his bangs that covered his eyes, and smiled. Even though he had just become an adult, baby fat could not be found anywhere on his face. The contours of his jaw and cheekbones were defined and looked very sharp. Whether it was his long, straight nose or dark eyes, nothing was missing and everything was superior.


    Se-young swallowed a heavy sigh, feeling as if she had a glimpse of how solid his life would be.


    At that time, the waiting people went inside and the seat next to Se-yeong was empty. Since Je-ha was standing still, Se-yeong grabbed his hand and pulled him to sit down because it was difficult to look up. She didn¡¯t even say anything, but Je-ha immediately sat next to her. He reached close enough to touch her body and put her hand on his thigh.


    His slightly felt thighs were surprisingly firm. Seeing that his body got bigger and better than when she saw him three years ago, he seemed to have exercised very hard. The memory of him playing basketball on the playground was hazy. Se-yeong whispered in Je-ha¡¯s ear so that no one could hear her.


    ¡°Ba-basketball¡­¡±


    ¡°Yes. I continued playing basketball. I played basketball, soccer, and everything because I needed to have stamina when I was a senior in high school.¡±


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    ¡°The¡­ Physical education, no, uh, Athletic Association.¡±


    ¡°Athletic Competition. You mean the one in April? I think I¡¯ll sign up for basketball. Do you want to cheer for me?¡±


    Like someone with telepathy, it was amazing that he understood and answered so well that she stared blankly. Je-ha smiled a little shyly and looked around. It was a place with a high turnover rate, so the other teams in the meantime had also entered. Je-ha leaned down slightly and whispered softly so that only Se-yeong could hear it.


    ¡°Do you know your lips are swollen? If I bite it, I think it¡¯ll burst.¡±


    He burst into a clear smile without replying when she urged him to let go of her hand with her fingers spread wide open. When she was washing up, she looked in the mirror and cried. He sucked so hard that her lips were red and thicker than usual.


    Se-young avoided his gaze because the gaze on her lips was hot, but the staff called Je-ha¡¯s name.


    He didn¡¯t let go of her hand until they sat face to face and finished ordering. Se-yeong placed her cell phone on the table and tapped it with her index finger. He just told her to just talk, but she couldn¡¯t stand it anymore. She couldn¡¯t sing here either. She put her cell phone down on the table and wrote with her left hand.


    ¡¸It¡¯s uncomfortable because I can¡¯t talk for a long time.¡¹


    ¡°All right.¡±


    Only then did Je-ha let go of her hand. It was rather strange when she was released from how tightly she had been held. Se-yeong clenched her hand a few times, wondering if this was how bare hands felt, and then picked up her cell phone.


    Only then did she feel a little relieved. It was uncomfortable and scary when the freedom of the hand was taken away. There was nothing more frightening than not being able to express oneself properly.


    When she was alone with Baek Je-ha, she felt nothing, but when she came outside, her heart sank.


    ¡®Did you decide to live with your mouth shut? Are you ashamed of stuttering?¡¯


    Suddenly, she remembered the words of the professor who was hostile to her. Actually, it wasn¡¯t the first time she heard it. People who found out that Se-yeong wasn¡¯t completely silent always asked those questions.


    ¡®Why don¡¯t you just say it? Why don¡¯t you stutter a little? If I could sing, if it were me, I would sing. I think it¡¯s better than the artificial voice.¡¯


    She even wondered how they could talk so easily. They say it because they don¡¯t know, but if you don¡¯t know, shouldn¡¯t they save their words more?


    ¡¸Don¡¯t hold hands outside from now on. I don¡¯t like not being able to use my cell phone.¡¹


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I wanted to hold your hand, but I also wanted to hear you talk.¡±


    ¡¸Why do you want to hear me talk? It¡¯s hard to understand¡­ It¡¯s frustrating.¡¹


    ¡°Because I like it. Senior, you¡¯re really pretty when you talk.¡±


    ¡®I¡¯ve never heard such a bad joke.¡¯ Je-ha smirked when Se-yeong glared at him with eyes that never believed. He¡¯s sincere, but she didn¡¯t believe him at all.


    Han Se-young was many times prettier when she spoke than when she was still. In order to speak properly, she was extremely focused and seriously uttered one note at a time. The voice was sweet, but it was chillingly pretty to try so hard.


    ¡°It¡¯s good to talk while singing, and even if you stutter, it¡¯s good to try to speak one letter at a time.¡±


    Her head was dizzy and her eyes flashed brilliantly like neon signs. It was hard to look at Baek Je-ha as he shone as if he had the sun in it.


    ¡¸Yeah¡­ you were always like that.¡¹


    Baek Je-ha was the only one who did not laugh at Se-yeong, who spoke with a song. He even said it was good to stutter and stammer so much that he didn¡¯t know the meaning, but this was also Baek Je-ha. When he showed such blind affection, Se-yeong felt pain and aches as if she had been hit in the pit of the stomach.


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    The staff came with drinks and pickles. Fresh salty juice had sunk in the sparkling ade. She mixed it with a straw and took it to her mouth. It was cool, sweet and delicious. After almost half of the glass was emptied, Se-yeong relaxed her shoulder and looked out the window.


    Come to think of it, it¡¯s her first time coming here to have dinner alone with a man like this. There were many times when she went to eat with her classmates, but this was also Se-young ¡®s first date.


    ¡®I want to hold hands, go on a date, and kiss Senior. I saved all my firsts to do with Han Se-yeong.¡¯


    Se-yeong was like that, too. Baek Je-ha was her first to hold hands, date, kiss, and more.


    Je-ha skillfully transferred the pizza to a plate and put it in front of Se-yeong. He was so kind that he took care of the Tabasco sauce and Parmesan cheese that Se-yeong could only lick her innocent lips. Cheese powder sprinkled like snowflakes melted in an instant due to the heat. Se-yeong¡¯s heart was not so different from it. When they met again, it melted within an instant in front of Baek Je-ha.