Our physical distance in the classroom was about a span,
I still had a hard time measuring the psychological distance between us.
I looked at his back every day and had countless conversations in my mind,
In reality, it was difficult to even say "hello." Even when we did make eye contact,
My face flushed, so I quickly turned my head away or pretended not to notice. Unrequited love was a truly lonely thing.
But very rarely, Taesan would approach first.
Every time that happened, my heart felt like it was going to explode like a fireworks display that lit up the night sky with a loud crackling sound.
During lunch time, I was left alone in the classroom reading a book when Taesan came walking towards me.
You put a small sandwich on my desk.
"You said you didn't eat breakfast. Eat this."
There was an inexplicable affection in your voice as you spoke casually.
''Oh, thank you…''
He accepted the sandwich with his head down to hide his reddened face.
A sandwich covered in sweet strawberry jam. Taesan must have brought it for breakfast.
I felt like tears were welling up in my eyes at his small consideration.
My heart seemed to melt as the sweetness spread throughout my mouth.
"Jia, do you like drawing?"
It was during art class when we were assigned to paint a large mural as a group project.
Taesan, who happened to be in the same group, awkwardly approached me and spoke to me.
The moment my name came out of Taesan's mouth, my heart started pounding for no reason.
“Huh? Yeah… I like it, but I’m not good at drawing.”
As I shrugged my shoulders in embarrassment, Taesan smiled and handed me a can of paint.
"It's okay, we can do it together."
His eyes seemed to hold greater comfort and courage than the words, “It’s okay.”
The side profile of Taesan, carefully moving his brush while mixing paints on a white piece of paper, exuded another kind of charm.
A delicate yet focused look. Then, when I made a mistake in coloring,
Taesan, smiling gently and naturally correcting the painting with his own paint.
Every time his hand brushed near mine, I held my breath. We painted the same picture, mixing the same colors.
Every moment of coordinating our opinions felt magical and special.
Although it was a trivial group project, I think we raised our hearts a little higher through the drawing that day.
One day, as I was walking down the hallway, the book I was holding almost fell to the floor.
I was surprised by the hand that ran faster than anyone else and grabbed me.
"You have to be careful."
It was a thoughtless remark, but it seemed to contain concern for me.
Although they were small moments, Taesan's small acts of kindness were engraved one by one like dots in my heart.
It is not yet known what picture these points will form,
At least to me, I had a feeling it would be the most beautiful painting in the world.
As these small interests accumulated, my feelings for Taesan grew stronger and stronger.
Even though I tried to shake my head, saying it was just my imagination, my head was always noisy with these thoughts.
Sleepless nights continue, and I find myself looking down the hallway you passed by more often.
You used to find me listening to your favorite songs.
On the topic of first love, I was very lonely
+))) A fanfic where the female protagonist has a crush on someone, what do you think?