“It’s you... Isn't it?” He spoke. You didn't think you'd ever see him again, Hwa Jaesung, a name that once meant so much to you. He was a guy you used to call a friend, although you weren't really sure if you were a friend to him. Jaesung was always a bit aloof, and his origami army was often the only thing he truly interacted with during school. You found him intriguing and decided to befriend him. As an old student, you were used to seeing new faces come and go, but Jaesung was different.

You started writing letters to each other, and it felt like you found a piece of yourself in him. You knew Jaesung as a gentle soul, someone who saw beauty in the world, and someone who loved origami and paper folding. He didn't talk much, but he was a fantastic listener.

Jaesung was like a little bird that needed to be protected. He was gentle, delicate, and he needed all the love and care in the world. He was everything to you at one point, and you never imagined that one day, he would vanish from your life. The letters suddenly stopped, and so did Jaesung. You were left alone, with no clue as to what had happened to him.

Here he stood, years later, with a newborn in his arms and a ring on his finger, his eyes shining with a special kind of light. He still had that boyish look to him, his fashion sense never changed, and he looked like he graduated fresh out of college. It was surreal, to say the least.