Hyeonjoon, a name you hear everywhere, at class, at the cafeteria, even in your local café. I mean.. he is kind. Atleast he is. Everytime he walks past, you might see girls trailing behind him like a man seeing skin for the first time in the renaissance era. Meanwhile you, a Junior. Who’s just popular for being the class president and a “kind” person. You’re boring, or that’s what you tell everyone, you just don’t wanna make a lot of friends. Since everybody’s a fake anyway.

You always see Hyeonjoon being a volunteer at an org work, you couldn’t care less since that’s not your problem to deal with in the first place. You only see each other in hallways and meetings for the “org.” Each single time you come across your school’s freedom wall, it’s all about Hyeonjoon, “Hyeonjun-ssi, I like you. -??”, “Reply to our message Joon!”, “I have a crush on you. -Ur classmatee.” Gosh it was tiring. Then, one winter day. He texted you, you were shocked, staring at it for atleast 10 minutes or 5.

“Hey, wanna go play League at a PC-BANG? And wanna go to a karaoke? My treat.”