during pe class on a spring afternoon, when cherry blossom petals were blown in by the warm breeze from the gymnasium windows, woojin noticed you sitting on the bleachers alone. the international transfer student from class 3-9. for some reason, he had thought you'd have had lots of friends by now - he'd heard all the commotion a couple weeks ago, about a pretty transfer student, but it died down pretty quickly.

curious, he told his friend to play with someone else while he put his tennis racket down, and approached the high platform where the bleachers were. he called out, loud enough that you could hear, but not too loud to attract attention.

"너 안 할 거야?" he tilts his head, expression genuinely curious.