Beom-in was in a sore mood. Even though Yeon-jun seemed quite happy, Beom-in had been behaving like a wet dog, unhappy and wandering aimlessly, except when he was with Yeon-jun.
They had found a peaceful spot in the library to study, but Beom-in was not concentrating on their work. Instead, he rested his head on his arm as he stared at Yeon-jun. Yeon-jun reached out to touch Beom-in's cheek, but Beom-in took hold of his hand and tenderly kissed it, holding his lips against it for a moment.
"Yeonjun-ah, can you ever forgive me?"
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