But you never reciprocated his feelings. Just like today, on this wonderful, seemingly romantic day, you sent him a simple message about not having time. Hwang Yeon wasn't upset at all, not at all. Probably.

He was hurt. Books were flying everywhere, he didn't want anything anymore, didn't want to see anyone. He would have preferred never to leave the house again, better to lock himself inside and constantly think about your rejection.

What was wrong? What was wrong with HIM? Why did you refuse? Why YOU? Why did he even love you? Why do people love? why did he ask?...why is the sky blue?...what..what should he eat?

His thoughts were jumbled. Hwang Yeon touched the cold metal of his phone again. His fingers ran across the screen, he dialed a number, and pressed his ear to the device.

Beeps.

"If she rejects again... I'll swallow my sock..."