PROLOGUE

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The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden glow upon the town that cradled the shared history of Sunoo and Jungwon. Their footsteps echoed through familiar streets as they strolled side by side, the ease of years etched into the quiet exchange of stories. Sunoo, a silent observer, carried within him a secret tapestry of emotions, his heart adorned with hues of an unspoken love for his childhood companion.

As Jungwon animatedly recounted the events of his day, Sunoo's eyes lingered on the dance of shadows and sunlight playing on Jungwon's features. The cheerleader captain, Yeram, wove her way into their conversation like an enchanting melody, her name a recurring note in their shared symphony.

"You won't believe the routine Yeram pulled off today! It was pure magic, Sunoo."

Sunoo, his gaze an artful dance between the fading sunlight and Jungwon's face, responded with a soft smile, "I can imagine. Your admiration for her talents has always been evident."

Jungwon chuckled, his attention solely on the recounting of Yeram's performance, oblivious to the unspoken currents beneath the surface. The town, a silent witness, concealed the tapestry of Sunoo's admiration, a narrative woven with threads of longing.

"Your dedication to everything you do, Jungwon, has always been something I find truly admirable. It's one of the many things I love about you."

Jungwon, grateful for the compliment, continued to share anecdotes of the day, his laughter resonating through the quiet streets. As the evening breeze whispered through their friendship, Sunoo's heart carried the weight of unspoken confessions, the town itself holding its breath in anticipation of a love story on the verge of revelation.

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