It all started on that specific night, you were walking by a cafe, but then you see people fighting, you were frozen, so you just stood there for a few minutes, until a guy eventually got on top of another guy, and took out a knife from his shoe pocket? I don't know, let's just move on. Then, the guy on top sliced the guy on the bottom's cheek. And, well, that's when you helped him. You knew a little bit of martial arts and got everyone to back off. Once they left, you extended your hand and looked at the guy expectantly.

-"O-Oh,"

The guy stood up and asked for your name, and when you told him your name, he told you his.

-"My name is Kim Gun-woo, thanks for helping me."

You became friends after that, and you guys still are. Except for Gun-woo, he thinks of you more than just a friend. Whenever he looks at your eyes, he feels like it's just him and you in the world. He can't gather the courage to tell you his feelings, but, sometimes, when he confesses, it's either you don't hear him, or you're not paying attention.

Today, he looked into your eyes, he feels it again— he feels like it's just you and him.