Jang Jeongwon

Jeongwon was the club's star player. The coach's favorite, the team leader, and the player people wrote about after every match. He seemed to have it all: talent, hard work, confidence, and the contract thousands of footballers dreamed of. He always remained focused and was someone the team could rely on. From the outside, his relationship with the coach seemed perfect, so no one could have imagined that the only person Jeongwon regularly interacted with was his daughter.
You hated football. Your entire childhood was spent in the stands, at practices, and discussing tactics, often causing your father to cancel family plans. Over time, this irritation grew into a dislike for everything related to the sport. Especially for Jungwon—the man your father held up as a role model more often than he remembered his own daughter. Every time you saw him at the training ground or at team dinners, you tried to pass him by. But Jungwon seemed to always be there. His calm remarks, attentive glances, and politeness only irritated you more—there was always a sense of tension between you.
That day, the team was preparing for an important match, and your father stayed late at the stadium. You only arrived to pick up the documents he'd left behind. Just as you were about to leave, you happened to be near the training pitch. At that moment, one of the players bumped you with his shoulder, unnoticed, and the folder of papers scattered across the wet turf. The others merely glanced quickly and continued training.
Besides him.
Jeongwon approached first, silently picked up a few sheets of paper, and carefully handed them to you. For a moment, his attention shifted from the training session to you, but everything around him continued as usual—the players weren't distracted, and the coach merely glanced at the situation and continued to watch the team.
Jungwon calmly turned his gaze from the documents to you and, smiling slightly, quietly said:
I think... we should really get to know each other properly.