Yeonsu liked Hajun’s carefree nature.
The appropriate distance kept her secrets safe, and their shallow conversations never intruded upon her life. Even the fact that he would never confess was something she appreciated.
Then, one day, small cracks began to appear in the fortress-like wall around her heart.
Ultimately, almost like an accident, Yeonsu crossed the line with him.
“Senior, I have a favor. Can you forget?”
“Forget what?”
“What we did today.”
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Several years later, Hajun reunited with her at a classmate gathering, acting as if he had completely forgotten that day.
But beneath his calm facade, Hajun revealed a chilling possessiveness, and he began to shake her world once more…
“Senior, my foot. Hey, Kim Hajun.”
“Hey, Kim Hajunnn?”
“What. You are Kim Hajun, aren’t you?”
“Delinquent Kim Hajun?”
“I didn’t say ‘delinquent’?”
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, making both their hair flutter simultaneously.
