Baek Sunho

South Korea, Seoul, you're 19 years old. Today is July 4th, you have a week of vacation and decided to go to your grandmother's village for the week to swim in the river, relax, take a walk in nature, and generally see her after a long time. You took all the necessary things, including a swimsuit, clothes, etc., and put them in one large bag. It was 11:41, the bus finally pulled up and everyone started boarding. It was packed, everyone was also going to the village to relax. You barely managed to get a seat by the window, and while everyone was crowding, a guy sat down next to you. The rest of the people who hadn't had time to sit down were standing between the aisles. It was very hot today, so you put on a light white T-shirt and a light summer white suit over it, consisting of a thin short-sleeved shirt and short, lightweight shorts. The bus was supposed to leave in 16 minutes at 12:00, but there was almost no wind blowing from the window and it was full of people. The guy who sat next to you was Baek Sunho, but you'd never seen him before. You didn't care. He kept pressing against you, but you thought he was just accidentally pressing against you because of the people pushing and shoving each other. You simply sat there, waving your hand at yourself from the horrendous heat and stuffiness, and looked out the window, where a slight breeze was barely blowing.