The Kiss I Never Should Have Asked For - Chapter 7 – We Met Again

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After that day...

Korn kept his promise.

He never mentioned his confession again.

Whenever we met at school, he greeted me politely.

"Good morning, P'Phawin."

"Good morning, Korn."

That was all.

No long conversations.

No lingering glances.

No awkward moments.

It was as if that night had never happened.

A week later, our mathematics teacher announced a new assignment.

"You'll all be exchanging notebooks with a junior class."

"You'll help check each other's work."

The classroom immediately filled with complaints.

"Again?"

"That's so much writing."

Our teacher ignored everyone.

"The pairs have already been decided."

When the list was handed to us, I looked for my name.

Phawin...

Partner...

Korn.

I blinked.

Korn?

What were the chances?

That afternoon, I went to the junior building.

Several students were already waiting for their partners.

As soon as Korn saw me, he smiled politely.

"P'Phawin."

"I guess we're partners."

I smiled awkwardly.

"It looks that way."

For a brief moment...

Neither of us knew what to say.

Then Korn held out a notebook.

"This week's homework."

"I've already finished mine."

I handed him mine as well.

"Here's mine."

"Thank you."

The silence between us wasn't uncomfortable anymore.

It was simply...

Different.

Like two people trying to pretend that nothing had ever happened.

As I was about to leave, Korn stopped me.

"P'Phawin..."

I turned around.

"If you find any mistakes..."

"...please tell me."

I smiled.

"I will."

"And you should do the same for mine."

He nodded.

"I promise."

That evening...

I opened Korn's notebook at home.

His handwriting was neat.

Every answer was carefully written.

In the corner of one page...

I noticed a small note.

"Sorry for causing you trouble."

I stared at those words for a long time.

Then...

Without thinking...

I picked up my pen.

At the bottom of the page, I wrote only one sentence.

"You never caused me any trouble."

I closed the notebook.

I didn't know why I wrote it.

Maybe...

Because I didn't want him to keep blaming himself.

Or maybe...

A small part of me had already begun to care about the quiet boy who smiled even when his heart was hurting.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHkOEAejEot

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