Since the incident with Jain, David couldn't stay calm whenever he saw him. His mind raced, and thoughts about the situation with Wonwoo began to consume him. He wanted to ask Wonwoo about it, but the fear of unintentionally hurting him kept him from speaking up. So, David decided to push the incident out of his mind and return to his usual routine with Wonwoo, pretending everything was fine.

But it wasn't fine.

Wonwoo had noticed the change in David. Ever since that day, David had been acting distant, sometimes ignoring him or avoiding eye contact altogether. The shift was subtle, but for Wonwoo, it was enough to make him anxious. He had tried to focus on his studies, but it was hard when his thoughts kept drifting to his best friend. He barely ate, barely studied—everything felt off.

One afternoon in class, Wonwoo couldn't take it anymore. His nerves were frayed, and he decided it was time to talk things through with David. He grabbed a piece of paper, scribbled a quick note, and passed it to him. The note simply read: We need to talk after class.

David looked at the note, his face paling slightly. He nodded quickly but didn't say anything. His response, or lack of one, made Wonwoo even more anxious.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and David rushed out of the room without a word, leaving Wonwoo alone with his thoughts. Wonwoo's heart sank. He couldn't help but feel like David was avoiding him on purpose. His chest tightened with sadness, and he stayed in the classroom, waiting for David to come back.

Time passed, and Wonwoo's sadness turned to frustration. When David finally returned, he entered the room cautiously, his eyes searching for Wonwoo. When their gazes met, David quickly approached his friend.

"Wonwoo, what are you doing sitting here all alone?" David asked, his voice filled with concern.

Wonwoo didn't answer. He couldn't find the words. Instead, he stared down at his hands, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. He felt the weight of the silence between them, and soon, the tears came anyway.

David, noticing Wonwoo's trembling form, froze. He saw the tears and immediately panicked. He frantically searched his bag for a tissue, his hands shaking. Finally, he pulled one out and handed it to Wonwoo. "Hey, it's okay. Please calm down," David said softly, his voice almost pleading.

Wonwoo wiped his tears with the tissue, but the sobs didn't stop. He couldn't hold it in any longer. "I... I'm crying because of you," Wonwoo managed to say, his voice thick with emotion.

David's heart clenched. "What did I do?" he asked, his voice filled with confusion and guilt.

Wonwoo sniffled, his chest tight. "You've been ignoring me," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "You've been acting like you don't care."

David felt like the air had been knocked out of him. He hadn't realized how much his actions were hurting Wonwoo. "No," David said quickly, stepping closer. "I'm not trying to ignore you. I swear."

Wonwoo looked up at him, his eyes red and swollen from crying. "Then why? Why are you acting like this?"

David stood there for a moment, struggling to find the right words. He hadn't meant to hurt Wonwoo, but now he saw how his actions had affected him. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice soft and sincere. "I didn't mean to make you feel like that. I wasn't avoiding you, I promise."

Wonwoo's sobs began to subside, but his grip on the tissue remained tight. He looked at David, and for the first time in a long while, a small, fragile smile appeared on his face. "Please don't ignore me again," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "If you do, I won't talk to you anymore."

David felt a pang of guilt in his chest. He couldn't stand the thought of losing Wonwoo, the one person who had always been there for him. "I won't ignore you again," David promised, his voice firm and sincere. "I'm really sorry for making you feel that way. I'll do better."

Wonwoo nodded, his tears finally stopping. The weight that had hung between them began to lift, and David smiled in relief. As they left the classroom together, the tension between them melted away, and the silence was no longer uncomfortable. It was a peaceful kind of quiet, the kind shared between friends who understood each other.

After the fight, the two of them walked home together. The world around them felt a little lighter now that the misunderstanding had been cleared up. As they laughed about something trivial, their bond felt stronger than ever, and David knew he would never let anything—especially a misunderstanding—come between them again.