You sat down on the bleachers, trying to catch your breath as you looked out to the field, trying to guess whether your boyfriend's football practice would call dips in a few minutes. You carefully removed your ballet shoes before you felt someone tall tower over you. You weren't surprised, nor scared, it would only be Sunwoo since he was the only one who knew you on the football team.

"Didn't you say your ballet practice was going for two hours extra?" he speaks with a hint of concern as he sits beside you, chugging down his bottle of Gatorade.