The school festival arrives. College student’ tents are piling up everywhere. Every department has their own idea of how to profit money during the festival. Some decided to run mini café, fruit smoothies stand, french-fries and burger dine, sushi stand, face painting, couple jail booth, and game booths like darts, water balloons, basketball etc. School festivals are something that could be one of your best memories as a student; a once in a lifetime moment you can’t rewind when you already sitting on a rocking chair with white hairs and wrinkled skin. Although many students are anticipating for this event, there are still some who locked their excitement and youth in their house.
“Are you really sure you’re gonna sleep at the library for the whole day?” Hoshi asked to Junhui.
“Festivals are no fun. I hate crowded place and girls from other universities keep on asking for my phone number.” The moment Jun said this, a girl approached them.
“Hi. I’ve been looking at the two of you from the distance. You are both so cute. Wanna hang out with my friends?” she offered while her hands are directing those friends she was talking about.
Instead of answering her offer, Junhui murmured, “Ahhhh this is tiring. I’m going to the library,” he tapped Hoshi’s shoulder before walking away.
While this handsome man is walking on the way to the library, he halted when he saw you from afar. You are in your department’s tent, basically helping your team by arranging the utensils. You are carrying a heavy box that made you sighed. “Argh, this is so heavy.”
A guy who isn’t interested to anyone is looking at you in worries. He wanted to help you carry that heavy box but he is afraid you’ll misunderstand his kind action. So he just stood there, watching you in secret.
“Hey, that’s heavy. Give me that,” another man approached you and snatched the box you were lifting.
“Oh ho. What a gentleman,” you teased to that handsome guy named Wonwoo.
Junhui clicked his tongue upon seeing the scene. “Huh.” He couldn’t believe that you became friends with that guy. “Same feather flocks together,” he commented. “Maybe that guy is a weirdo too. After hearing that deodorant conversation between us inside the bus, he became friends with her?” He shook his head and continued his pace.
“Where are you looking at?” you asked at Wonwoo who was looking at certain direction.
“Nothing,” he answered. Then he looked back again at Junhui’s direction, watching his back fading.
The festival continues.
Junhui is at the library and still sleeping, right cheek pressed on the table. Cause he feels numb, he woke up. “Hmmmm,” he groaned. He lifted his head while scratching his eyes. He stretched his arms before checking the sky by the window. “Oh? It’s already evening?” He glanced at his Rolex silver watch and found out that is it already 6pm. “Damn, I slept for 7 hours. Now I’m hungry.”
“Hey, do you still remember that underarm incident before?” he heard some girls gossiping inside the library, and so, he looked at them.
“I do,” her friend answered. “Why?”
“Someone says that the guy behind that voice is someone who’s famous in this university. Who could it be?”
Junhui turned pale after hearing their topic.
“I don’t have any idea at all. But whoever it is, that is really embarrassing.” The moment they dropped these words, they accidentally tend to Junhui’s direction; meeting his gaze.
