Chan, who is coming out of his history of black magic class, sees you walking along the garden path. He stops for a moment, his friends who are continuing ahead stop and turn to him.

Beomgyu: Chan, aren't you coming?

After watching you until you're out of sight, he sighs and turns to his friends, putting his hands in his pockets and slowly catching up with his friends and rejoining them.

Noticing his change in mood, Beomgyu asks in a way that his other friends can't hear.

Beomgyu: Were you able to talk to her?

Shaking his head, Chan answers in his usual calm tone.

Chan: No, we haven't talked at all since we broke up.