His mother was kind. We shared meals at their house with his grandpa. I shared my story with them, of course…the fake one.
When we reached high school, Jungtae couldn't enter the same school as mine due to lack of money, so I recommended him to the principal himself.
Now we go to the same school. On his first day, I saw my aunt whispering something to him. It made his face uncomfortable. But u forgot to ask him about that day.
Later, I caught feelings for him. Jungtae was kind, genuine, energetic, so I tried being genuine too, being his comfort, making him smile.
I felt happy being this kind of person. He taught me so many things, but I couldn't understand some. We were there for each other through the years.
I wanted to be his comfort person and confess later. I cared for him the most. It worked.
But then someone new came into our school. His name was Kwon Owen. I couldn't deny he had a different aura.
