Still With You ?

With Eunwoo

He was in his class, lost in his own world, completely unaware of his surroundings. His mind was still disturbed by last night's incidents-he was so worried about his best friend... (Sorry sorry about his ex-best friend.)

It was a literature class, but Eunwoo wasn't listening to anything. He was too deep in his own thoughts.

He flinched when he suddenly heard his name being called.

"Park Eunwoo!!"

Eunwoo snapped out of his trance and looked at the teacher. His eyes darted around the classroom, only to find everyone staring at him.

"H-Huh?" he asked in confusion.

The teacher sighed. "I've been calling you for the past two minutes. Where are you lost?"

Eunwoo quickly stood up, bowed, and muttered, "S-Sorry, sir."

The teacher shook his head and gestured toward the door. "Step outside for a while and gather yourself."

Eunwoo nodded, biting his lower lip, and walked out of the classroom. Chaeyoung, who had been watching him with concern, glanced toward the door as he left.

Outside, Eunwoo headed straight to the restroom. He splashed cold water on his face and stared at his reflection in the mirror.

"Eunwoo... nothing is happening. Everything is fine. He is no one to you... so why are you thinking about him?" he muttered to himself, gripping the edge of the sink. "Kim Jungkook is no one to you. He left you. Just stop thinking about him."

As if trying to convince himself, he exhaled sharply, splashed more water on his face, and walked out.

Instead of going back to class, he made his way to the basketball court. The place was empty.

He sighed, grabbed a ball, and started playing.

The rhythmic sound of the ball bouncing against the ground echoed through the court, helping him clear his mind. But just as he was starting to feel a little better, he heard a familiar voice.

"Yah! Park Eunwoo!"

Chaeyoung's loud yell made him stop. He turned around, chuckling as he shot the ball into the basket one more time.

"Yah, you moron!" Chaeyoung ran up to him and smacked his head.

"Ahhh! Wae??" Eunwoo whined, rubbing the spot she hit.

"What's wrong with you, huh?" she asked, crossing her arms.

Eunwoo looked away, tossing the ball in his hands. "What do you mean? Nothing's wrong with me."

Chaeyoung glared at him, clearly not buying his act. Without warning, she snatched the ball from his hands.

"Yah! What are you doing?!" Eunwoo whined again, reaching out for it.

But before he could grab it, Chaeyoung threw the ball far away, making him groan in frustration.

"Aish! Why did you do that?" he complained.

Chaeyoung smirked. "Because you need to stop pretending, Park Eunwoo. Talk to me properly."

Eunwoo sighed, shaking his head. "There's nothing to talk about."

Chaeyoung wasn't convinced. She could see through him.

And she wasn't going to let him run away from his feelings.

Eunwoo glared at her and went to grab the ball, but Chaeyoung held his hand.

"Chaeyoung, mwoya?" Eunwoo whined.