Woojin thought things would change after the funeral. That his plan and manipulation would succeed.
He truly did.
He stood beside Jungtae that day, dressed in black, shoulder close enough to feel his warmth. He listened. He bowed his head at the right moments.
He spoke softly when Jungtae's hands trembled. He stayed longer than anyone else. He did everything right. Even though he knew deep down, he was the cause of Jungtae's grievance.
Well for Woojin, it's called help.
He even invited Jungtae to go out that day just to comfort him. So that should have been enough.
But when Woojin looked at Jungtae now, sitting two rows ahead in class, back straight, pen moving calmly across his notebook…it felt like staring at someone through glass.
Jungtae turned once, just slightly, as if he sensed the weight of Woojin's gaze. Their eyes met.
Jungtae smiled.
