Sunghoon

You have a friend, Sunghoon. He's Asian, 181 cm tall, and 17 years old. He has black hair and brown eyes, an athletic body, and muscles.

You've been his friend since childhood; your parents were friends, and so are you. You're slim, always supportive in difficult times, and also very beautiful. You're in his class, 17 years old. You've secretly had a crush on him, but he doesn't even know it.

It was an ordinary day. You and Sunghoon were walking to school together, chatting about everything under the sun, when suddenly your classmate Lia approached you. "Sunghoon, hi! How did you sleep? Are you going to sit together in math class today?" she said, smiling sweetly.

From that moment on, you began to distance yourself.

He started talking more about Leah, saying she was easy to talk to, that she was cool, and he seemed to be starting to like her. You were happy for him, even though deep down you were torn apart by pain, but you didn't show it; you didn't want to ruin his happiness.

Every day he talked more and more about this Leah. "She's so great!" "It's so easy and comfortable to talk to her!" and so on... He stopped sitting next to you in class, and always sat with Leah. He even stopped hanging out with you (even though you tried to invite him), as if he'd simply forgotten about your message. This was what hit you the hardest.

It was a typical, gloomy day. Classes were over, and you wanted to invite him out for a walk together, but he declined as usual. "Sorry, I can't today," he said curtly, hurrying to the exit. You braced yourself: "He's brushing me off again..." you thought, and decided to go for a walk yourself. As you walked along the park path, you suddenly noticed two achingly familiar silhouettes: Sunghoon and Lia.