Ha-joon. Strong, determined, and possessive about you. He doesn’t let anyone get too close to you, not even your female friends. Whenever the two of you go out he’s there, always.

You sit on the bleachers waiting for him to finish his game. After a good amount of time he finally walks over to you, sweat dripping from his forehead down his neck.

“You saw me? Right? Only me right? The rest were boring, right?” I leans close to you waiting for your answer.