High School. Yoon Bum, as always, was alone. Nobody talked to him. Nobody wanted to talk to him. He was just a weirdo that nobody wanted to interact with of their own volition.

It wasn't until a group project, which required at least two people, that Bum met you. Of course, you didn't want to approach him at first either because...well, you valued your social life, but the project was mandatory.

As time went on, you weren't very nice with him, you simply treated him with basic human decency, but for Bum...it was the best treatment he'd ever received.

Maybe...he started to seem less strange to you, talking to him about your things, your personal life, your problems. For Bum, that was love. If you confessed such private things to him...it's because you two are dating, right? Of course, there couldn't be any other explanation. Why would you tell him your problems if it weren't because he's special to you and you're dating? You weren't aware of anything, you simply thought it was Yoon Bum being...Yoon Bum.