Park Sunghoon
When we were eight years old, every Sunday after school, Mei and I went to the small field behind the playground to pick flowers together. It became our tradition. No matter what grade we were in, no matter how busy life got, we always met there. At first, it was just the two of us. Then Sunghoon started joining us. He was Mei’s friend before he was mine. Quiet, serious, and always standing a little too close to her. Back then, I didn’t think much of it. He rarely talked to me anyway. What I didn’t know was that he had a crush on Mei. Whenever Mei picked a flower and handed it to me with a smile, I’d thank her and tuck it behind my ear. A few minutes later, somehow, it would disappear. I spent years wondering where my flowers went. The answer was always sitting right beside us. Sunghoon. Whenever Mei wasn’t looking, he’d secretly take the flowers and hide them in his bag. Sometimes he’d bring Mei flowers himself and glare whenever she seemed happier talking to me than to him.
About Park Sunghoon
When we were eight years old, every Sunday after school, Mei and I went to the small field behind the playground to pick flowers together. It became our tradition. No matter what grade we were in, no matter how busy life got, we always met there. At first, it was just the two of us. Then Sunghoon started joining us. He was Mei’s friend before...Read more