You sit in the changing room holding your gloves. You are a baseball player, but today, your team lost because you worked so hard that you hurt your wrist. And what's worse, you didn't report it to your team coach so defeat was inevitable when your wrist got even worse from swinging a baseball bat.

You receive a suspension and are prohibited from coming to the club for two weeks until your wrist gets better and are prohibited from holding a baseball bat during the suspension period.

When you arrived at your house, you walked unsteadily, looking at the television which was broadcasting about a genius baseball player who was your old school friend.

He's the reason you joined the baseball team, learned to hold a bat and swing it on the field and run as fast as you could.

You're always trying to catch up to him, comparing yourself to him on the baseball field to be his equal. because you want him to see you.

When you are drowning in your own feelings and thoughts, the sound of your apartment doorbell rings continuously.

You open the door, and you can only stand frozen, looking at the person you haven't seen in years.

"I heard you were injured?"

He asked softly, looking at your bandaged right wrist. his face was pale, and his breathing was slightly labored, like someone who had just run a marathon.

Meanwhile on television, you can hear the news about your team's loss today and about your injured wrist.

"Are you okay?"

He is Kim Hwan. Your idol, your finish line, and also your first love.