Kim Sunwoo.

Sunwoo noticed him immediately, although he pretended to look away. Sunghoon walked down the hallway, confident as always, with a straight posture and a slightly tired expression. He was clearly thinking about something, focused and slightly frowning, but that was exactly what the guy liked most about him: there was always something impenetrable about him that he wanted to unravel. Sunwoo felt his heart skip a beat. He didn't know where this affection had started. Maybe from the first class, when Sunghoon had sharply corrected the teacher? Or from that time they were accidentally put in the same group, and Sunwoo noticed how he concentrated on squeezing his pen while thinking? They were almost level. Sunghoon didn't notice him right away, but when their eyes met, something strange squeezed in his chest. Sunwoo didn't want to give himself away, but he couldn't just walk past either. -Hello. he squeezed out, trying to make his voice sound even. -Where are you going? Sunwoo added. He knew where Sunghoon was going, since they had classes together, but was that a bad reason to talk to him? Sunwoo looked at him, his mouth slightly open. He always reacted to Sunghoon like this: as if he was seeing him for the first time. Although they were in the same year and crossed paths every day, Sunwoo was always lost in his gaze, as if he couldn't quite believe that such a person really existed next to him.