He has a very good personality.
She is also very caring.
We all like him.
I am rather introverted.
But he also took care of me.
We got to be in close contact because we became deskmates.
I'm actually not very good at interacting with guys.
So I was a little nervous towards him…
but
I actually managed to become friends with him.
"Zhong Da~"
"Oh my!"
I can actually joke with him now.
Of course, he would also try to please me with a touch of coquetry.
When did I start paying attention to him?
One day
He actually changed his hairstyle.
When he came to the school, many people laughed at him for a long time.
He, however, disagreed.
"Hey Jong-dae, what happened to your hair...?"
"Hahaha"
"Hahaha"
"What's wrong?"
"I feel great."
He sat down naturally.
"My friend cut this."
His expression, his eyes, his smile
I saw all of this at that moment.
My heart skipped a beat.
I just felt...
He looks so handsome right now...
They don't care what others think.
Such a person
Very few, right...
Actually, when I didn't know him very well, or rather, only knew a part of him...
I just think he's very warm, kind, caring, and attentive; he would make a very good male friend.
But I'm increasingly realizing that it's not just his good personality; he's actually a really handsome person.
I like him very much.
The more you discover, the more you'll like it...
I don't know what he thinks of me.
He was very good to me... I...
"Are you alright? Why are you blushing?"
He leaned closer and looked at me with some concern.
My face turned even redder.
I saw his thick, clearly visible eyelashes fluttering.
Wow...such beautiful eyes...
"Could it be a fever? Can I touch your forehead?"
He spoke to me softly.

I nervously closed my eyes.
He gently touched his forehead and said...
"He doesn't seem to have a fever?"
"I...I'm fine."
I blushed and turned away.
He touched me, he touched me…
I admit I'm a coward. He's very popular, so a lot of girls like him, and I...
After feeling awkward for a while, get out of class ended.
He immediately tried to pull me away.
"Zhong Da...where are you going?"
"Infirmary"
"I'm fine..."
"I'm worried, let's go check it out."
He gently took my hand, and the people around us were cheering.
He only breathed a sigh of relief after his temperature was taken at the infirmary.
"Zhong Da, don't worry about me like that, look, I'm fine..."
"...I don't want to."
He pondered for a moment and then said to me, "Although I'm happy that you call me Jongdae, I'd prefer you to call me Oppa."
"Huh...?"
"So please stop calling me Jong-dae, okay?"
His smile was like a cat's, with a hint of coquettishness in his voice.
Warm and lovely.
He took a step closer to me.
He looked at me, and my face turned as red as an apple. "O...Oppa..."
"Mmm~ sweetie, I like you, will you go out with me?"
