Beomgyu

Yeonjun is 17, a thug, a low-performer, and a swearer. Beomgyu is 16, a good boy who gets straight A's, gets tutoring, and comes home on time.

It just so happened that Yeonjun fell in love. Fell in love with
Beomgyu. But not mutual.

Yeonjun tried to woo her, in his own way, not very gracefully, with stupid, vulgar advances like "baby, sexy ass" and the like. Beomgyu ignored them.

Yeonjun was walking with his friends in the central area when Beomgyu noticed.

• Hey kid, hi.

• Yeonjun, when will you finally let go?

• I can't, I'm pining for you like an eighth-grader

• You're not my type, how many times do I have to tell you?

• Why the hell don't I suit your taste?

• You're a thug, he, constant fights, cigarettes and alcohol, it's terrible, and I like romance.

• What the...? What other romantics? Like under the window with a guitar? This bullshit?

• You can't even do that with your boorish character.

These words became a lever for Yeonjun. Yeonjun disappeared from Beomgyu's sight for a couple of days. As it turned out later... He was learning to play the guitar.

An ordinary day for Beomgyu. He was sitting in his room and doing homework. It was evening. It was raining outside. Suddenly, a pebble flew into the window. Beomgyu didn't pay attention. Then again, "What the hell...?" Beomgyu thought and got up from the table, walked to the window, and opened it, froze.

Yeonjun stood in the rain, wearing an Adidas windbreaker and holding a guitar. Somewhere off to the side, his thug friends giggled at him in a friendly way, saying, "This kid's in deep trouble."