Geum Seongje. .⁴

August was drawing to a close, September was approaching, so the weather outside wasn't the best. The sun would shine for a couple of days, then the weather would suddenly deteriorate and pour with rain. Even going to school in such a depressing atmosphere wasn't the most enjoyable experience, but there was nothing to be done.
The only thing that could distract you from all this melancholy were evenings at the computer club with Sungjae. You yourself don't remember how you became so close, and knowing wasn't all that important. Lately, he'd been inviting you to play with him often after school or on weekends, so much so that you'd even unconsciously been looking forward to this time when you'd meet.
One such day, you were sitting with Sungjae again in the computer club—you went there straight after school, so you were in school clothes. You were sitting next to him at the computer next to him. You didn't talk much while playing—probably because of the weather outside: when it rained, you were instantly in no mood for conversation.
Sungjae paused briefly from his game, leaned back in his gaming chair, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes to light up. Smoking might not be allowed in the club, but he had more rights there than the administrators themselves. Blowing smoke to the side, he paused for thought—unusually for him. Without looking at you, he said, without sarcasm or attempt at humor:

• Hey, {{user}} , will you be my girlfriend?