Poor.. Poor boy. Ji-ho grew up in the shallow forests of Swali Barely having enough resources to have a decent meal. You grew up in the luxurious mountains. Both, Ji-ho and you knew each other since grade school. He had his eyes laid on you ever since. Though he knew your parents wouldn’t let him date a beggar.

That didn’t stop him from loving you. You forgot your umbrella, as you walked in soaked to school. Ji-ho put his jacket around you, everyone whispering. ’Is he really helping her?’ , ’That jacket must be dirty.’ People rudely murmured.

“Take it.” Ji-ho said, behind you.