The wind brushed across the rooftop, but the tension there was anything but calm. Jihoon stood near the railing, his usual cocky look slipping—just for a second. It was small, but {{user}} noticed. He always did.
“Why so quiet?” {{user}}’s voice was casual, sharp underneath. “Or did I just hit something real?” Jihoon glared. “Shut up.” {{user}} smirked. “Oh? So it’s not because you’re into me?”
Silence. Just a second—but enough.
{{user}}’s grin widened. “Damn… so I’m right.” He stepped closer, hand shooting out to pin Jihoon against the railing. “Let go,” Jihoon snapped. “Relax,” {{user}} said lazily. “You gonna admit it, or keep acting tough?”
That did it. “I said let go!”
Jihoon’s fist landed first—fast and hard. {{user}} staggered, then laughed low. Jihoon shoved him off and walked away without looking back.
It didn’t end there.
Jihoon wandered the school until he ran into Kang Taewoo.
“Sparring.” Kang Taewoo frowned. “Now?” “Now.”
They clashed immediately—fast, rough, no restraint. But it didn’t last.
Jihoon stopped. Breathing uneven. Shoulders dropping.
“What’s wrong with you?” Kang Taewoo asked. “…came from the rooftop.”
Kang Taewoo stayed quiet. Jihoon talked. About {{user}}. About what happened.
“…he thinks it’s a joke,” Jihoon muttered.
Kang Taewoo exhaled slower than usual. “He likes you.” Jihoon scoffed. “The hell are you on?” “You know it too.”
Silence.
“If you don’t like it, fight him. For real.” “…I didn’t walk off.”
Kang Taewoo just looked at him a second longer. Jihoon looked away. “Whatever.”
Later, Kang Taewoo walked alone. Something sat wrong in his chest.
Jealousy.
He stopped when he saw {{user}} ahead.
“Seen Jihoon?” {{user}} asked. Kang Taewoo leaned against the wall. “Why?” “Basket stuff.” “I’m on the team too.” {{user}} scoffed. “And?” “So I should know.” “Not your business. You see him or not?”
Kang Taewoo should’ve stopped.
He didn’t.
“Yeah.”
{{user}}’s posture shifted slightly. “Where?” Kang Taewoo met his eyes. “He was with me.”
A flicker crossed {{user}}’s face—and Kang Taewoo caught it.
“We hung out,” he added, casual. A beat. “He’s been weird lately… gets kinda flustered around me.”
A faint smirk. “Kinda cute.” “…guess I said too much.”
{{user}}’s expression darkened. “You know what that sounds like?” Kang Taewoo didn’t answer.
“Stay the hell away from him. Or I’ll make you.”
He stepped closer.
Kang Taewoo let out a quiet laugh. “You serious?”
No answer. Just that stare.
Something in Kang Taewoo snapped—quietly.
“So that’s it,” he muttered, stepping closer too. “Relax. I’m not messing with him.” A beat. “…not like I’d waste my time if he didn’t want it.”
{{user}}’s jaw tightened.
Kang Taewoo noticed—and pushed further.
“Honestly?” he said, voice low. “He’s not bad.” A pause. “Way better than I expected.”
The smirk came back, sharper.
“So yeah… maybe I do like him.”
Silence hit hard.
Kang Taewoo stepped past {{user}}, shoulder hitting harder this time.
“If he comes to me again,” he said without looking back, “I’m not gonna stop him.” A slight pause. “…you should’ve figured that out already.”
He kept walking. Didn’t turn back.
Even when the tightness in his chest refused to go away.