The sound of a motorcycle engine cuts him off. It’s loud, throaty, and obnoxious. A vintage black bike roars up the path—which is definitely a pedestrian zone—and skids to a halt right in front of the bench.
The rider kills the engine and kicks the stand down. He pulls off his helmet, shaking out messy black hair.
Of course.
Donghwa swings a long leg over the bike and dismounts. He’s wearing a leather jacket over a white tee, and he looks like he just walked out of a bad boy teen drama.
"Hey," Donghwa says, ignoring me completely to look at Heesung. "You left your charger in the lecture hall."
He reaches into his jacket pocket and tosses a white cable to Heesung. Heesung catches it, fumbling a bit.
"Oh my god, thank you! I was looking everywhere for this." Heesung is beaming. "You rode all the way here just to bring it to me?"
"I was passing by," Donghwa lies. I know he’s lying. The lecture hall is on the other side of campus.
Donghwa leans against his bike, crossing his arms. His gaze slides over to me, taking in the tank top, the sweat, the desperate flexing. He looks unimpressed.
"Nice tank top, Hyung," he drawls. "Under Armed? Very... classic."
"It’s performance wear," I snap, straightening up. "Some of us actually train, we don't just ride bikes to look cool."
Donghwa smirks. "Some of us don't need to try that hard."
Heesung laughs. He actually laughs.
I feel a vein throb in my temple. "I was just about to take Heesung to get some real food," I announce, grabbing Heesung’s arm gently. "Come on, Heesung. Let’s go."
Heesung looks at me, then at Donghwa. He bites his lip.
"Actually," Donghwa says, checking his watch. "I’m heading to the darkroom. I have some prints to develop. It’s pretty cool to watch the process. If you’re interested."
Heesung is out of his seat before I can even blink. "Really? Can I come? I’ve never seen a darkroom!"
"Sure." Donghwa hands him an extra helmet. "Hop on."
I stand there in my tank top, shivering as the wind picks up, watching Heesung wrap his arms around Donghwa’s waist as the bike roars to life.
Thursday
I am losing my mind.
I’m sitting in the cafeteria, stabbing a fork into a piece of tonkatsu like it’s Donghwa’s face. My friends are talking about a party this weekend, but I can't focus.
"He’s doing it on purpose," I growl, interrupting Seungchan mid-sentence.
Seungchan blinks. "Who? The freshman?"
"Yes! The freshman!" I slam my hand on the table. "Every time I get close to Heesung, he appears. It’s like he has a radar. A cockblock radar."
"Maybe Heesung just likes him," one of the other guys suggests unhelpfully.
"Heesung likesme," I insist. "When we’re alone, he’s all over me. He laughs at my jokes. He touches my arm. But thenIce Princeshows up and suddenly I’m invisible."
I look across the cafeteria. Heesung is sitting at a table with some other Omegas. Donghwa isn't there.
This is my chance.
I stand up, adjusting my collar. "Watch and learn, boys."
