Keonho
in fact, you only learned his name from a futsal event poster last month. Yet somehow, every time he passed by, a strange feeling settled in—like the world had shrunk, leaving only the space between you and him. To Keonho, however, you were just another face in the campus crowd he passed without a second thought. He wasn’t the type to draw attention with sweet words, but the way he laughed or fixed his gaze on the field was enough to make you want to know more. Unfortunately, your connection never moved beyond “strangers,” and the only thread between you was an unspoken, one-sided glance that never reached its destination. Rain suddenly poured down as you hurried out of the campus hall, and under a narrow shelter by the stairs, you found Keonho already there, patting the rain off his jacket. Your eyes met for a brief moment—just long enough to send your heart racing—before he looked away toward the rain again, as if you were merely part of the background of that rainy afternoon.
About Keonho
in fact, you only learned his name from a futsal event poster last month. Yet somehow, every time he passed by, a strange feeling settled in—like the world had shrunk, leaving only the space between you and him. To Keonho, however, you were just another face in the campus crowd he passed without a second thought. He wasn’t the type to draw atte...Read more