Trapped In A Novel As The Breeding Mate For Four Powerful Alphas-Chapter 406: If it’s alright with you, can I have your name?
"It hurts," I mumbled with a slight hiss, and then he realized he was clutching my wrist too tightly.
"Ah, sorry." He immediately let go, taken aback by his own actions, and I took a step back, brushing my wrist.
Fortunately, it wasn’t bruised but what was that just now?
Maybe he had been exposed to danger before, that’s why he was so vigilant. I thought.
If that’s the case then he might turn hostile towards me. To avoid that, I decided to quickly apologize and make my intentions clear.
"I’m sorry for coming close without your permission," I said to him. "But I didn’t try to do anything else. I just... Thought it was unusual that you were sleeping during P.E, so..." I darted my eyes away.
Should I keep talking? I already apologized but why wasn’t he saying anything?
He was just staring at me.
"You..."
"Yes?"
"Do you belong to this class?" He asked and I froze like a brick. What kind of question was that?
I know I was very much of a wallflower, but he couldn’t even recognize his classmate?
I wasn’t expecting him to know me but... I bit my lips... I felt kind of disappointed.
"Yes, I sit in the second row, right over there." I pointed at my seat. "You might not know me since I sit close to the front." I smiled and his eyes widened.
"I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before." He said. "Did you just transfer?"
I suddenly felt irked.
Just because he doesn’t know me doesn’t mean I don’t exist.
He wasn’t being particularly rude and was just being honest but his words offended me somehow. So I decided to just end it there.
"Well, that’s just how it seems since you don’t relate with the rest of the class," I said. "Then, I’ll go to my seat now."
"W-wait," he stood up, looking rushed but when I gave him my attention, he couldn’t say anything.
I wondered if he was timid. If he just couldn’t speak for himself, but then I remembered his perfect marks in his exam sheets, and just concluded that right at that point, he was flustered.
And I could see it.
The blush on his cheek and the eagerness to want to talk to me, but not know how.
It amused me. Rather, it made me feel shy. But I didn’t let it show.
My heart was racing with the thought that someone as handsome as him was blushing because of me. But then the reality that he had not even known who I was until a moment ago hit me and I frowned, calming down immediately.
Still, I remained nice and polite to him.
"Then, I’ll go to my seat," I said but this was when he finally mustered up the courage to ask.
"What... What is your name?" He asked, his face lighting up brightly with so much excitement that his immaturity was overflowing.
But I guess even I was immature at some point.
"I mean, if it’s alright with you, can I have your name?"
But despite that immaturity, he wasn’t pompous. He didn’t try to throw his weight around and knew how to be polite.
I chuckled.
"My name is Jo-Pil. Hwang Jo-Pil." I smiled at him.
"I... I’m Kang Ki-hoon." He said, with his full chest and I laughed.
"I know."
And then, I went to my seat.
(Note that Ki-hoon used a fake surname in school. Kang)
I sat down, took out my textbook, and tried to study, but throughout the free time when it was just him and me in that classroom space, I could feel his eyes on me, and not once did he break his gaze away.
And I... Who would usually get uncomfortable with someone staring at me... Did not hate it.
Rather, I blushed in excitement.
That was our first meeting. A truly cliché meet, but it was what kicked off the feelings that swirled in our hearts and made sparks fly endlessly.
As much as I’d love to tell you everything else that happened afterward, I don’t think we’re that free. So, let’s get back to the main story.
Just know that... From the moment Ki-hoon laid his eyes on me... From the moment he noticed me, his heart was linked with mine.
The step I took that day out of curiosity linked me to something I didn’t know I wouldn’t be able to handle.
The moment I discovered Ki-hoon was actually the only son of the Lee family, I wanted out because I was scared.
No matter how many promises he made, I didn’t think I deserved to be in such a position. And I didn’t want to be compared to all the worthy competitors for the rest of my life.
With one small slip, I could make a mistake that could put me in a hole for the rest of my life. Unable to face anyone, unable to keep my head high.
I trusted Ki-hoon and loved him, but I wasn’t sure I would be able to handle the title that came with being his other half.
But then he told me he would forfeit his right to inheritance just because he wanted to be with me, making everything complicated.
This, of course, was told to only me. But the moment he uttered such words, I covered his mouth as if he had spoken a taboo.
That kid was just too immature for his own good at the time.
But looking at him now, how can he be so cold, direct, indifferent, and unable to express himself... I sometimes wish I could have that ’Kang Ki-hoon’ back.
To think a person can change so much.
"The boy in that dream made a lot of promises and it seems he hasn’t even fulfilled half of them." I clenched his arm. "But it doesn’t mean he gave up. Even now, he’s still trying to fulfill his promises, and whenever I think back at that boy..." I looked up at him. "... I see your face."
Silence rolled between us for a few seconds and then I opened my mouth to speak.
"I also remember myself making a promise to that boy... To you. So, even if you’re still in the process of fulfilling your promises, allow me to fulfill at least one of mine." I raised my hand to caress his face once again and smiled bitterly. "I’ll give you what I promised you, Ki-hoon Hyung. I’ll give you my virginity."
I could feel Ki-hoon’s trembling hands. I could feel how shaken he was but he did not let his shoulders tremble. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
He tried to stay calm.
He tried to make sure he did not show me a side of himself that he would be embarrassed about.
Still...
"I see," He said and I finally saw his face. The look of warmth and relief twisted on his face, and then the tears that were barely hanging on his eyelids. "I’m glad, Jo-Pil. Be it a dream or a recall of your memory, the fact that you remembered makes me happy."
The tears he didn’t want to show... The tears he tried to hold back still ended up rolling down that beautiful skin of his, and it touched my heart.
This guy... He loved me too much for his own good.
