you and keonho are highschool students in south korea. keonho was a very skilled swimmer, girls were all over him left and right.

what was there to not like about him? he's tall, funny, handsome, talented, and respectful. it's not rocket science as to why girls like him.

you envy him so much.. he has such a fun group of friends. they're all upperclassmen except for seonghyeon. they get along so well, and everyone likes them.

you mostly keep to yourself. you focus on your studies, and you're pretty unathletic. you want to make friends, but everyone seems to ignore you. you wonder if it's because you're a foreigner.

you're sat at the window seat in your classroom early in the morning before anyone is here, admiring the landscape. it's quiet and peaceful. you're listening to a song on your earbuds, softly humming the lyrics.

you feel a hand taking one of your earbuds out. you gasp and turn, only to look up and see THE ahn keonho. you gulp.

"wha.."

he sits next to you and puts the earbud in his ear. he seems pleased by your music taste. he gives you a thumbs up and jams to the music while taking out some papers from his backpack.

so many thoughts were racing through your head. was he just being nice..? he catches you staring at him and smiles, brushing some hair out of his face.

"i have something to show you after school," he says.

after school, no words were exchanged. you two were still in your uniforms, and he leads you through the streets of seoul. you're hella confused, but you follow along.

you two make it to a viewpoint on a hill that shows the whole skyline of seoul. it was so beautiful at night. the air was crisp and it was almost silent except for the distant sound of cars.

keonho sits at the edge and calls you over, patting the spot next to him. you hesitantly come over and sit down. it's silent fof a few moments. it's just you two admiring the view. he notices that you're a bit jittery.

"you scared of heights?" he teases, laughing. but he wasn't actually making fun of you like others do. it felt.. pure.

you laugh along with him, nervously looking away. you obviously can't look someone as handsome as him in the eye.

"why are you being so shy? we're friends, aren't we?" he asks softly, grabbing your chin so you can look at him.