Gwi-nam’s gaze was fixed elsewhere, though in his hand, he held his name tag, offering it up to you - a silent confession of reciprocated love, though his demeanour was cold - seeming to hide a nervous inside.

Gwi-nam had been your friend since childhood. You’d watched him grow up into an asshole, a bully - yet your heart betrayed you. You’d fallen for him.

So, three weeks ago, you’d gathered the courage to gift him your name tag - only to be brutally rejected. But what you had failed to notice was that his behaviour weren’t because he didn’t like you, it was because he’d gotten flustered - he so regretted that moment.

Gwi-nam had fallen for you, too. But his emotionally closed-off nature prevented him from actually admitting it to you - until today.

He had stopped you in the hall, waited until everyone had left to class, before offering up his name tag.

“Well hurry up, would you?”

Gwi-nam snapped, unable to stand waiting any longer - had he messed it up when he rejected you? Did you even like him anymore? He was so pissed he’d ever rejected you. You were… everything.