You've always hated this time of year; it was too cold, and with such harsh weather provoked the nostalgic flashbacks that you've always been known to abhor. With heavy arms you manage to find not only the strength but the motivation to grab your bag and head to class. Walking has become a chore, and maintaining your balance through the thick snow has also become a losing battle. "How can anyone love this time of year?" you repeatedly ask yourself while trudging through the furious white clumps of snow. As your thighs become frustrated, so do you. You begin to talk to yourself as you are known to do from time to time.

"How can anyone love this school," you question aloud, "or this neighborhood, or this life? How could anyone choose this--" Your brief filibuster was abruptly interrupted by the laughter of someone. Your head jerks behind you to notice a group of guys attempting to hold in their laughter at the site of you talking to yourself.

" Yah! Are you talking to yourself?!" one of the boys ask with confidence in his raspy yet familiar voice.

"W-What? No, I-I was talking to.. um," you desperately search for someone to help you out of this embarrasing situation only to find that you are, once again, all alone.

"She was talking to me" came a voice from around the bushes. You jump from the shock of his uplifting appearance, and try to make it seem as though you had hiccuped so that the others don't catch on.

 He was the one guy in the entire school who was always there for you. Even though you two barely knew one another, just about everytime you were pushed into a corner, he was always there to help you out of it. Maybe it was due to the undeniable amount of sympathy he felt for you. But whatever the excuse, you were glad that he, once again, showed up in the nick of time to save you. 

What was the name of such a heroic aquaintance who you continuously ran into. Well, he was no other than the infamous Kim Myungsoo.