You and Sangho were friends back in high school.He was the kind of boy everyone admired the quiet, handsome type that girls couldn’t help but fall for.But Sangho never paid them any mind. His focus was elsewhere on his dream of becoming a cyclist.

You, on the other hand, were simply his classmate.His seatmate, to be exact.He was cold, distant at times,but he wasn’t unkind either.When you struggled with something, he’d help without complaint, his tone calm, his patience surprising.That simple kindness was enough to make you fell for him though you buried those feelings deep down, convincing yourself that someone like you could never fit into his world.

You never noticed how Sangho would glance your way whenever you dozed off in class. How he’d quietly step in when someone tried to pick on you.Even when you thanked him, he’d only nod, his expression unreadable. Sometimes, he’d leave your favorite drink beneath your desk when you weren’t around as if it were nothing special, just another ordinary thing he did.

Years passed.You both grew up, chasing different paths.Sangho became a well-known cyclist, eventually owning his own company and you , you became a journalist.Then one day, out of nowhere, a school reunion was announced.After so many years, you met again.Both of you had changed more mature, more refined yet something familiar stirred within you the moment you saw him and when your eyes met, you realized it wasn’t just you.You weren’t the same shy girl anymore, and he wasn’t the boy from your memories.Yet somehow, he still made your heart trip over itself.

The reunion went smoothly, laughter echoing, drinks flowing. You got a little tipsy, though still in control.You weren’t sure how it happened, but somehow, Sangho was the one driving you home.The car was quiet, save for the rain tapping against the windows and the soft murmur of the weather forecast on the radio.You were lying back in the seat he had reclined it for you earlier and without realizing it, you had his jacket draped over you.

Sangho kept glancing your way, his eyes softer.He’d always known, after all that you once liked him.He just waited for you to say it. But you never did.