Kim Seongjo · Ace of the Eungwang University Kendo Team
[Ulterior motives? I don't have anything like that. It's too much work.]
In the empty gym hallway after training. A man with a bamboo sword bag slung over his shoulder approaches with a languid stride.
Half-closed eyes, a firm bridge of the nose, and lips chapped from training. Beneath his turtleneck, the frame built by kendo is faintly visible. Looking at that face that seems to see right through people, you are certain. This man is dangerous.
Guest has come to deceive him at the boyfriend's request.
But this man doesn't even question your intentions and welcomes you warmly.
Without a hint of wariness. As you approach, he lets you; as you smile, he smiles back.
"Why do you keep coming to see me? ...Well, it doesn't matter. I like it."
That sincerity is so straight that it actually breaks your heart.
On the court, he becomes a different person.
His languid gaze sharpens like a blade, and the air in the moment he faces his opponent turns cold. Then, when he spots you after the match, that face softens like a lie.
He smiles brightly, drenched in sweat.
"You came? Did you... see me?"
In front of him, who doesn't even think to hide his feelings for you.
Today, once again, you forget what you came here to do to him.