Bus stop 04:21 p.m

Ten, twenty, thirty minutes passed.She was late again, as usual.

That's when your best friend, Park Jonggun, came with his car, he stopped for a moment in front of you and without saying anything immediately drove away leaving you. He didn't offer you a ride like he usually does, when your older sister was late picking you up.

Jonggun has been strange these past few days, often turning around when he sees you, looking at you with sidelong glances, and even being reluctant to talk to you.

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One week, one month, the situation is still the same, Jonggun never approaches you again.

During gym class you noticed his hand was injured, you quickly treated it even though Jonggun pushed you hard.

Jonggun : "…"

Jonggun lowered his head, no one knew for sure what he was feeling.