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Yeosang sat at the table of the cafeteria with his friends' eyes glued on his face, hoping to capture some clues to understand what happened between him and Jieun.

The male couldn't avoid noticing how her friends kept staring at him when she walked the girl to her table. The other girls had literally heart eyes and were gazing at him as if he was some sort of famous idol. Trying to not appear as rude, before leaving Jieun with her friends, he bowed to them and waved at his crush with his hand.

The girl giggled and waved him back. When her chuckle stopped, her friends started with the interrogatory, immediately chiming in the hot stuff and when she replied that they had talked about poems, the two girls looked disappointed from her behavior.

But she was happy. Finally, she could share her love for Literature with someone else that wasn't herself. With someone special. With Yeosang.

The latter, sat far away from Jieun's table, was facing an interrogation, too. And, weirdly, Joo-Hyuk wasn't as enthusiastic as he used to be about the topic, which intrigued Yeosang.

"Then, tell me, how does she kiss?"

Asked Kihyun, stretching his back a little on the table to listen better to the youngest's reply. Yeosang, obviously, blushed at the thought of those plump, red lips softly laying on his.

He shook his head, answering the blond male's question and shooing that fantasy away from his mind. But, once he managed to get rid of it, the memory of him holding her body so close when she almost fell back when they were still in class, surfaced in his mind. He was sure that if he had told that detail, his friends would've freaked out and maybe started screaming, making Yeosang feeling ashamed of being sat at their same table.

"We didn't kiss."

The youngest answered before chewing on his ramen. He was just attempting to gain some time to tell them what happened a few moments ago. Yeosang wanted to tell them in a complicated and "sophisticated" way so that the wouldn't have understood nothing but, at the same time, they couldn't accuse him to never tell them anything, since he actually did it, just in a different way.

"Something else happened, though. I can see it by how your fingers keep moving on the table. It means that you're not saying everything."

Began Joo-Hyuk, pointing his long index finger towards Yeosang's hand. Only at that moment, he realized that his fingers were nervously tapping the aluminum surface of the table, just as the black-haired male pointed out.

Still, that ability of his to being able to read someone's emotions through body language floored the youngest, that started wondering why he chose Economy and not Psychology.

"Yes, w-we kind of... Hugged?"

Replied Yeosang, making that confirmation sounding more like a question.