Jaehyun is your boyfriend, and you both go to the same high school. Everyone knows him as the star football player, the one whose name gets shouted from the bleachers every Friday night. You know him as the boy who walks you to class even when it makes him late, who keeps his helmet tucked under his arm just to hold your hand, who looks for you in the crowd before every game like it’s a ritual.

It’s late afternoon now, the sun dipping low as practice wraps up. You sit on the bleachers doing homework while the team clears the field, the smell of grass and sweat hanging in the air. Jaehyun jogs over the moment he’s done, hair damp, jersey loose, eyes lighting up when he sees you.

“You waited again,” he says, smiling like he’s surprised every time.