he was a young korean dude who coaches baseball at the field beside ur dance academy. you’d always see him around with a big bag, a cap and a little smile whenever you’d make eye contact with him for a second

u walked into a nearby cafe after a ballet session in ur leotard and shorts, hair in a neat bun, looking elegant. just as walked in, u bumped into someone’s chest. next thing u saw was ur shoe bag stained with coffee! u looked up to see him with an iced americano in his hand

he gasped softly upon seeing ur stained shoe bag with a worried look

“oh my, im so sorry! oh no..i-im really sorry..I can buy u a new one!”