Ji Ho gently shut his eyes, allowing his mind to drift back to a distant memory.

It was a day that had left an indelible mark on my heart, the annual sports day from two years ago. I was strolling through the hallway when a group approached me and accidentally spilled their coffee on me. They made fun of me and claimed they didn't see me. Then they ordered me to clean the floor and walked away. Some students always picked on me, and I never understood why. I sat there, picking up the cup from the ground. Suddenly, a boy came up to me. I glanced at him. He took the trash from my hand. It was Jeon Do Yun

"You don't have to do this," Ji Ho murmured softly, his voice laced with gratitude and disbelief.

"I know, but I want to. What if someone gets hurt from slipping?" I said

"Then I'll help you," he replied.

And together, we cleaned the floor.

"Thank you for your help," I expressed my gratitude to him.

"It's alright. I am delighted to be of help," Do Yun responded, his gaze shifting towards my shirt. "Oh…your shirt has gotten dirty."

"Oh, that. It's fine," I replied, attempting to clean it with a tissue.

"You truly have a kind heart. Clean it now, or else the stain won't come off. Come with me," Do Yun suggested, leading me towards a nearby tap.

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"Give me your shirt," he insisted.

"No, I can wash it myself."

"I know you don't know how to wash it. I always do laundry at my house. Give it to me."

Reluctantly, I handed him my shirt. He proceeded to wash it for me.

"Will you go out wearing this coat?" he inquired.

I shook my head. He smiled and took off his shirt, handing it to me. "Here, wear this."

"No, it's alright. I can wear mine."

"No, it's fine. Yours is wet. Just take mine, Ji Ho."

"Do you know my name?" I asked, taken aback.

"Of course. We're in the same class," Do Yun replied.

"Are we?" I questioned.

"Oh... I feel offended," he said.

"I apologize for that," I said, looking down.

He leaned forward. "It's okay." He held my hand and handed me his shirt. "I can just wear the coat. Don't worry, and give it back tomorrow."

"Is that alright?"

"Yes, don't overthink it. Just hide my name so you won't feel bad."

"What's your name?"

"I'm Jeon Do Yun. Call me Do Yun."

"Do Yun," I repeated.

"Hmm. And if someone bothers you, let me know. I can help you."

"Seriously?"

"Yes. That's what friends are for. Enjoy the rest of the game. I'll go now. I have a race. Bye then."

"Hmm."

He started walking away. "Do Yun," I called out to him.

He looked back at me. "Yes?"

"Thank you, Do Yun," I said.

He smiled and tilted his head. "Okay, if you're interested, come and watch my match."

"Okay," I replied.

It was the first time I regretted not noticing my classmate's face. He was such a good person, and he was in my class all along. But I was too focused on my studies to pay attention. As I rushed towards the ground, I saw Do Yun at the starting line. He looked incredibly cool. When he saw me, he smiled. I was unsure if he was looking at me, but then he gestured that his shirt looked good on me. I realized he was talking to me, and for some reason, it made me really happy. I smiled back, gave him a thumbs up, and wished him good luck. He winked at me. That was the first time I felt my heart racing.

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