Su…do you remember our first meeting? It was you who clumsily bumped yourself to me to get your bouncing soccer ball…
“So…sorry! I’m sorry-I..I was running to get my…”
“It’s okay, JunSu…It’s okay,”
“Eh? How do you know my name?”
You just didn’t know that I always looked after you, JunSu…since the first time I saw you were crying under the Cherry
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