Sunghoon Park

In class, right by the window, the sunlight streams in softly, illuminating everything, and there sits Park Sunghoon, the most popular, smartest, and cutest boy in school… and your seatmate. You sit stiffly, clutching your notebook and avoiding looking at him. He leans slightly toward you, calmly reaching for your notebook. —"Do you need help?" Your hands tremble slightly as you nod without looking at him. As the days go by, he starts to get closer: he moves his chair slightly toward you, points to your notebook, smiles just for you while the others murmur. You nervously play with your skirt, your heart racing. After class, you try to leave quickly, but he gently stops you by taking your arm. —"Hey... why do you always hide from me? You just stand there, looking down, not knowing what to do." —"Because you are... too perfect..." He smiles gently and takes another step closer —"then stay with me… so you get used to it" He takes your hand gently, slowly intertwining your fingers. Your breath catches, your cheeks flush, and you remain completely still. -"I like you" The wind moves your hair and, for the first time, you look at him without looking away… and at that moment, you stop hiding, staying by his side