“Yah! Where are you taking me?” you tried to take a big step as Dongjun walked fast and he was holding your wrist. You looked like a baby deer that just got out of the mother deer’s . You almost tripped many times. So you struggled from his grip. “Yah, Dongjun ah! Appa~”

He skidded to a stop and turned around facing you. Both of you stood under a shaded tree beside the school field in the cool Friday sunnyafternoon. No one was in the field. He let go of your hand.

You rubbed your painful wrist. There were red bruises all around it. ‘His grip was so tight.’ You got mad and wanted to yell at him. You looked at him that was leaning against the trunk with furrowed eyebrows. But as you looked at his face, you heart started to soften. He looked weak and sad. The same expression that you saw when he first stood in front of your house.

“Yah. Kwaenchana?” you asked him. He looked at you with an expressionless face. He shook his head.

You sighed. “Why did you bring me here?” You glared at him. “~~~~~, please. I don’t have any mood now, okay. If you want to argue with me, well just, just forget it. Coz I ain’t.”

“Yah, why did you think that I want to argue with you? Mitchil.” You leaned against the trunk too. He rolled his eyes and sighed. ‘Like, I don’t know you.’

“Yah, Dongjun ah. Why did you tell them that I am your yochi? Are you crazy?” He looked at you. “Wae? Is it wrong?” “Yah! You were lying! Of course it’s wrong. How if they found out about this? I’m dead you!”

“They will not find out.” He said tiredly. “What if?!”

He pushed himself away from the trunk and stood in front of you. He rested one hand on the tree trunk and le