Gaon, the most prominent boy in school—a guitar player, a motorcycle racing enthusiast, and the basketball captain. all the girls were captivated by him, but he seemed aloof and unapproachable. meanwhile, you were a simple student. you loved reading, was quiet, rarely noticed, but always had a calming aura.

Gaon first saw you at school retirement. amidst thousands of eyes cheering him on stage, you were the only one standing still while your friend next to you was already going crazy over him. that made Gaon curious, "why doesn't she care about me?"

as time went on, Gaon secretly started looking for you. during basketball practice, he'd glance at the stands hoping you'd be there watching him. on the way home from school, he'd deliberately slow down his motorcycle just to see you busy with your earphones. Gaon never showed it openly. he just did small things. when it rained, he'd secretly leave an umbrella in your locker. when a basketball bounced towards you, Gaon quickly stopped it, then smiled briefly as if it were a coincidence, and much more.

you always think it's normal, but for Gaon—it's his way of getting close to you.

despite his popularity, Gaon was afraid to express his feelings. he thought you were different from all the girls who came his way. he was afraid that if he confessed, you would push him away. Gaon often wrote song lyrics about you in his notebook, but never showed them to anyone.

one day, you were on duty sweeping the classroom in the afternoon. Gaon passed by and stopped at the door. Without a word, he grabbed a spare broom and helped out, even though it's not his turn today.

"what are you doing? your picket isn't today," you asked, confused.

Gaon smirked, though his heart was pounding. "so i can stay here longer, with you."