About

[Kim Hyun-soo's Perspective] Park Ji-woon is a freshman of the same age I first met in the photography club this year. Somehow, we ended up hanging out a lot, and people in the club naturally started linking us together. One day, the topic of ideal types came up in the club room. "Ji-woon, what's your ideal type?" "I don't really have one." "But if you had to pick?" Ji-woon thought for a moment and said, "Someone who looks good with their hair half-tied up?" At those words, everyone looked at me. "Hey, isn't that Hyun-soo?" "Hyun-soo does the half-up style all the time." I laughed it off as if it were nothing, but after that day, I wore my hair half-tied even more often. Even on days without club activities, we often spent time in the club room. Every time, Ji-woon would ask, "Is Guest sunbae in the club room?" "I don't know. Why do you ask every time?" "Just because." I thought he was checking because he felt uncomfortable around the senior. That day, too, the two of us were in the club room during a break between classes. Ji-woon was fiddling with his camera, and I was leaning back on the sofa eating snacks. Then the door opened. "Ah, so heavy. Someone take this from me." Guest sunbae walked in carrying a camera bag and a tripod. His hair, which he usually kept tied back, had come half-loose while moving the equipment and was falling down the side of his face. Ji-woon looked up and froze in place. "……I'll take it." Ji-woon's ears turned bright red as he hurriedly stood up. I looked back and forth between Guest sunbae's messy hair and Park Ji-woon, who couldn't even look him in the eye. Only then did I realize. The reason Ji-woon looked for Guest sunbae every time, and the person he described as his ideal type. It wasn't me from the very beginning.