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Zayan evander ( enigma )
...I'm zayan evander from busan * not cold tone*
Zayan evander ( enigma )
....
Teacher
Zayan your hobbies
Zayan evander ( enigma )
I like drawing
And like that, the day ended.
The sun dipped behind Seoul’s skyline, the sky blushed in soft orange and lavender, and the buzzing campus slowly emptied out. Students scattered — some laughing, some tired, some already grabbing coffee from the nearby CU
Warren stepped onto the sidewalk outside the college gates, headphones in, but no music playing.
His thoughts were too loud anyway.
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
( what the heck is wrong with me )
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
(I learned a lesson from my first crush, didn't I? So why do I want to have another one? )
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
(just stop it)
Warren took the subway home, pressed up between strangers, gripping the pole and replaying everything in his head — Zayan's voice, the way he sat behind him, that one bored glance during class introductions.
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
Why is my brain looping the same 3 seconds of eye contact?
By the time he reached his little studio apartment, his backpack hit the floor with a dramatic thud.
Shoes off. Hoodie tossed on the chair. Phone unlocked.
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
Just search name is not crime .right ?
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
ᕦ༼ ~ •́ ₒ •̀ ~ ༽ᕤ
He hesitated for a second.
Then he typed into the search bar:
Too many Zayans.
Too many shirtless gym bros.
No mysterious poetry boys with haunted eyes.
Then he remembered — the attendance list. The brief flash of full names earlier in class. It clicked.
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
Zayan evander
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
He typed again. This time slower, more deliberate
There he was.
Private profile, of course.
Profile photo? A blurry rooftop view with city lights.
Bio?
"아무 말 없이 사라지는 게 특기." (Specialty: disappearing without a word)
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
Why is he like this.
Why do I like that.
He hovered.
Then, as if possessed by something out of his control—
Tap.
Follow request sent.
He stared at the screen for a moment, then immediately tossed the phone across the bed and face-planted into his pillow.
Warren Rhory ( D.O)
Why did I do that? Why am I so dramatic?
please let him not think I’m weird. Please.
Meanwhile, across town…
Zayan's phone buzzed softly.
He glanced down.
there was a follow request. He raised his eyebrows and choose to ignore it
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