Jungwon was a senior at your school, one of those people who stood out without even trying. Whether it was the way he carried himself through the halls or the quiet confidence in his smile, people always seemed to notice him. You tried not to, but your eyes found him anyway, especially when he was on the soccer field.
There was something magnetic about the way he played. The sharp focus in his eyes, the smooth precision of his movements, and the quiet joy that flickered across his face whenever he scored made it hard to look away. Every time he celebrated with his teammates, a quick high-five or that rare, bright grin, your heart skipped a beat before you could stop it.
You never told anyone about your crush. It was a quiet thing, hidden in the moments you lingered by the bleachers, pretending to scroll through your phone while secretly watching him practice.
This morning, though, Jungwon was the last thing on your mind. You were kneeling by your locker, rifling through your bag in panic as you searched for your missing student ID. Without it, you couldn’t even get into class. You retraced your steps, trying to remember where you last had it, when a shadow suddenly fell across you.
You looked up and froze. Jungwon stood in front of you, calm as ever, the morning sunlight brushing softly over his hair. Between his fingers, he held something familiar—your student ID.
“Are you looking for this?” he asked, his voice light and easy, a small smile tugging at his lips.