Kevin sat alone in his apartment.
The room was quiet.
Too quiet.
But his mind wasn't.
Min Ho's words kept repeating.
"I looked for you everywhere…"
"Don't leave this time…"
Kevin clenched his jaw.
"…Why does it matter to me?" he muttered.
He stood up and walked to the window.
From there—
He could see the street below.
And without realizing—
He was looking for her.
Jisoo.
The next day—
At school—
Kevin walked into the classroom as usual.
Calm. Cold. Normal.
Until—
He saw them.
Jisoo…
And Min Ho.
Talking. Laughing.
Something inside him tightened.
He looked away.
"…Focus," he told himself.
But his eyes kept going back.
Min Ho leaned closer to Jisoo, saying something.
She smiled.
That same smile.
Kevin's grip on his pen tightened.
Tang Lin noticed everything.
She walked toward Kevin slowly.
"You don't look okay," she said softly.
"I'm fine," Kevin replied.
Tang Lin followed his gaze.
Ah.
Now she understood.
"Jealous?" she asked with a small smile.
Kevin looked at her.
Cold.
"No.
Tang Lin chuckled.
"You're a bad liar."
Kevin didn't reply.
After class—
Kevin walked out quickly.
"Kevin."
He stopped.
Jisoo.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Home."
Jisoo looked at him.
"You didn't even wait today."
Kevin frowned slightly.
"…Why should I?"
Jisoo blinked.
"What's your problem?"
Kevin looked at her.
His voice was calm—
But something was off.
"You seem busy."
Jisoo didn't understand.
"Busy?"
"With him," Kevin said.
Jisoo's eyes widened.
"…Min Ho?"
Kevin looked away.
"It doesn't matter."
Jisoo stepped closer.
"No, say it clearly."
Kevin stayed silent for a moment.
Then—
"…I don't like him."
Jisoo was surprised.
"Why?"
Kevin's jaw tightened.
"I just don't."
Jisoo crossed her arms.
"That's not a reason."
Kevin looked at her again.
This time—
His eyes were different.
"…Because he's too close to you."
Silence.
Jisoo's heart skipped.
Before she could say anything—
Kevin turned.
"I'm leaving."
And walked away.
Jisoo stood there.
Confused.
"Why does it feel like…" she whispered,
"…he's angry at me?"
From a distance—
Tang Lin watched everything.
A slow smile appeared.
"Perfect," she whispered.
👉 Feelings were changing.
But no one was ready to accept them.