A warm wind rustled the leaves of the trees beyond the school yard, where there were almost no people - only silence, the smell of the cafeteria from the open windows, and Hoseok's heart, pounding like the drum part of his favorite song.

He waited. In one hand, a crumpled sheet of paper with your name on it, the love letter, in the other - nothing, because his palms were sweaty.

When you came, as Hoseok, your classmate called you, he barely raised his eyes. He only exhaled - as if he was catching his breath after a long dive.

"I like the way you laugh... and everything," he blurted out. "I... fell in love with you."

He muttered, pursing his lips, waiting for any reaction.