𝗖𝗢𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘 ➵ 𝗃. 𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗁𝗈

1.

"What happened, Han Sol-Hee?" a concerned voice questioned as she stepped into the classroom, enveloped in a quietness that seemed exclusive to the two of them. Park Se-Eun's inquisitive eyes met Sol-Hee's, and despite the attempt to offer a reassuring smile accompanied by a shake of her head, Se-Eun couldn't overlook the tear stains tracing down her cheeks and the lingering redness in her eyes, bearing witness to the concealed emotional storm.

"I'm fine, Se-Eun ah. No need to worry," Sol-Hee reassured, her voice resonating with a mix of reassurance and vulnerability, carrying the subtle weight of recent tears. A gentle stillness enveloped the air, a moment brimming with unspoken emotions, creating a subtle pause that hung between the two friends. As if the room itself held its breath, awaiting the subtle nuances of the unfolding narrative.

The tranquil atmosphere sustained its presence until the door on the opposite side of the room swung open, casting a slice of daylight into the space. The entrance unveiled the arrival of Jang Hyun-Ho, whose presence seemed to introduce a subtle shift in the room's energy. Se-Eun, ever observant, discerned the telltale signs of distress in his red-rimmed eyes, and her gaze traced the slightly disheveled state of his track jacket, an outward reflection of the storm within.

Sol-Hee met his gaze briefly, her eyes reflecting a momentary intersection of sadness and tension, before she deliberately looked away. As Jang Hyun-Ho let out a sigh heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions, he moved with a deliberate pace towards his desk, every step seemingly echoing the silent turmoil within. The atmosphere in the room, once serene, now bore the somber hues of unresolved feelings, each corner heavy with the unspoken narrative of the couple's shared history.

Se-Eun, noticing the subdued atmosphere, sensed the unspoken drama. Tension hung in the air, like an invisible cloud overshadowing the room, highlighting the deep feelings in play. Sol-Hee's avoidance and Hyun-Ho's sigh painted a picture of a relationship grappling with unspoken struggles and complexities.

Putting the pieces together, Se-Eun, a silent witness to their unfolding story, understood that something significant had happened. Even as classmates filled the room, an undeniable tension persisted like an unwelcome guest, casting a lingering shadow. The room buzzed with chatter, but an unmistakable sorrow lingered, an unspoken tune of heartache that Park Se-Eun couldn't help but keenly feel, resonating through the room.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🝮︎︎︎︎︎︎︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Now fully awake, Han Sol-Hee found herself captivated by the scenery outside the bus window. The trees, painted in the soothing tones of an orange and yellow sunset, melded seamlessly, creating a tranquil and picturesque landscape that gently blurred as the bus continued its journey. Lost in a cascade of memories, Sol-Hee couldn't resist reminiscing about the moments shared with a particular athlete. The sense of anticipation heightened as they headed towards their two days trip at the Youth Center, surrounded by classmates who pry to the drama between them, though not entirely aware of the complete story.

A sigh escaped her lips as she directed her gaze inside the bus. The back part was still lively, with the friend group engaged in a spirited game of Mafia, playfully accusing each other with pointed fingers. Meanwhile, in another part of the bus, Jang Hyun-Ho was stirred from his nap by the commotion emanating from the back. The lively atmosphere and animated chatter interrupted his peaceful rest, prompting him to join the waking world with a curious gaze, taking in the unfolding scenes around him.

Her attention also caught their Class Vice President, not exactly discreet, snapping pictures of their peacefully slumbering President. A smile graced her face as she continued to press the buttons on her phone, capturing moments of him in blissful unawareness.