si young's pov.
"So which university did you go before?" I asked him while guiding him to our class.
It felt like ice. This situation.
No words, just winds coming through.
He stopped his track and looked me with his unreadable expression.
"Somewhere around my house" With 4 words he managed to shut my mouth.
Oo he must hate 'busybody' people. What a scumbag.
"Are we there yet?" He suddenly asked.
I cursed under my breath, he got me. Well, I hate this guy for sure.
I didn't answer but kept on walking instead. I was really done of this shit.
"Why the hell is this hallway so long as fuck?" I muttered.
I am not someone who loves to curse but I am if I am not in a good mood.
Well, he did ruin my mood today, didn't he?
I heard his sigh. He must be so guilty right now ha, funny.
"You are not needed twice for sure. I don't use the same tissue when I sneeze twice"
Thank the lord, finally we were in front of our class.
If not, I already give him a good punch on his face.
We took our seat and fortunately he sat in front of me.
"I didn't even need tissue when I'm sneezing, tch" I muttered.
