Tears fell from my eyes.

Ten years.

That’s how long we’ve known each other.

But I still do not know his heart.

It all started when back in elementary school. I was the smartest kid in class. Perfect score for every class, and even in sports.

Until this transfer student came in. My position was taken over, and I’ve never beaten him once. I thought I could actually beat him in the tracks, but he had to get a better time. Yet, I refuse to admit defeat. I announced my challenge against him and he was still emotionless.

After graduating from elementary school, I followed the boy into the same middle school. Unfortunately, we were in different classes, which gave me the idea to beat him in the overall tests.

When the results were posted, I was second. Guess who was first? Yeah, that idiot. No, I’ve yet to lose.

But as time began to pass, his looks also began to change. Girls started flocking towards him with homemade lunch, and some even joined the club he was in. I mean, I didn’t feel jealous – at least, I didn’t know I was jealous at that time.

There was once we passed by each other along the corridor. He didn’t even take a single look at me. He probably didn’t even remember who I was.

I’ve lost completely. My results, my grades, and most importantly–

My heart.

But, I still do not know his heart.

After middle school, he went into an all-boys high school, and I got into the best high school in Seoul. I was back to being first.

But still, I lost.

I lost the only thing that ties us together. There was no way I was going to see him again.

I told myself to give up my feelings for him. I even tried dating other guys. Just when I thought I could finally put away those feelings, the sports club I was in organized a sogaeting session with that of the school he was in.

And he was in the club. That was the first time in three years that I saw him. He changed even more. His hairstyle, his clothes, even the way he walks. He looked so…

The president of our club seemed very interested in him. Her eyes were always on him, and he would smile back at her. I’ve never seen him smile once. Not even back in elementary school where kids were supposed to have fun and play around.

“I’m leaving,” I said softly to the president. “I’m not feeling too well.”

“Ah, really? Okay then, take care!”

That was when his gaze shifted onto me. I looked away immediately and bowed before leaving.

I was lost in his eyes, and that was when I broke into tears. The first time in eight years.

I’ll never get to know his heart.

“Chaerin.”

I thought I was imagining it, but he was calling my name.

I spun and looked at him.

Our eyes were meeting for once. His deep ones against my teary ones.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Everything’s wrong.

“Are you having a fever or something?” he reached out and touched my forehead. I stepped back.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re acting so cold towards me,” he whispered and my heart skipped a beat. “Even when we’ve known each other for eight years.”

I looked up at him. He remembered me.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.”

With his looks, there was no doubt he already has a girlfriend. I my heel and walked away quickly. He said my name. It was enough.

After that day, my grades began to slip. From the first in school, I only managed to scrape through the exams. I even got into the worst university. My parents gave me a pretty good lecture, but their words were just floating around in the air. I wasn’t listening. He was in my head all the time.

I got into the art department of the university. Deciding that I would try to buck up, I left for school early. When I entered the classroom, all those thoughts were shoved away again. There he was, the boy I’ve been secretly loving for the past ten years, sitting in a relaxed manner by the window seat.

“You…” I began, not knowing what to say first. He looked at me. There were so many questions I wanted to ask, like, why the hell was he sitting in the classroom of the worst university in Seoul, and what the hell is with our similar hair colors, though, most importantly, if he followed me in here.

I decided I wouldn’t let my egoistic thoughts overtake me.

“I’d like to have the last game, Chaerin,” he said softly, standing up and walking towards me. Tears began to fall again.

“W-What?”

“If I beat you again, you have to let me put a ring around your left hand’s ring finger.”

“I-Is that…”

“A proposal? Yeah, pretty much. Will you marry me, then?”

I laughed and cried at the same time. “Only if you beat me.”

Now, I finally know his heart.

“I love you, Chaerin.”

“I love you too, Jiyong, all these years.”

I hope you guys enjoyed this. :] I wrote this without stopping though. Literally a one shot.
Ah, this song is driving me crazy. :[

-Mich