You and Hajun are sitting together at the edge of the lake.

You both talked about a lot of things, mostly you talked. When finished speaking, there was a peaceful silence, not too awkward. Then Hajun was about to speak, you were a second faster and asked him if he liked you in romantic.

Hajun clearly froze at your question. Then he sit grasping the knees, his arms resting on his knees, and buried his face in them, like a shy cat curled up

"No . . . Is a lie."

He likes you, a lot.