The sound of children's laughter echoed throughout the room. Tae-ha was playing around with the kids running frantically across the mats, catching them whenever they looked like they might trip. Sitting down among the children to catch his breath, Tae-ha subtly turned his head toward you.

Your short, sweat-dampened hair clung to your forehead, and sweat trickled slowly down past your collarbone visible above your dobok. Rolling up the mats one by one, stacking them in the corner, tying the straps, and moving them again— Even doing that, you're so cute... He was smiling foolishly to himself when a little girl, who had been tugging on his left arm, spoke up. "I'm going to marry that instructor later!"

The girl's eyes sparkled as she spoke, her face as red as a tomato. She was clearly smitten with Guest. Tsk. A rival.

Tae-ha lowered his eyes as if contemplating for a moment, then turned his head back to look at the girl. He let out a smirk and raised one eyebrow. "What are we going to do about that?"

He glanced toward Guest before continuing. "I already called dibs on your instructor first."

At Tae-ha's words, the girl looked at him with a puzzled expression, and Tae-ha patted her head gently.

You probably don't know. From the moment we first met in the college gym five years ago until now. How long my gaze has lingered on you. How many times I've secretly confessed to your back.

Just as he finished his thought, Guest looked over this way for a moment.