Twenty-two years old. Same university as you, Industrial Design major. 189cm, 86kg. A physique with well-defined muscles from his shoulders to his back thanks to consistent working out. Tanned skin, and a mischievous look in his eyes—one eye always crinkles first when he smiles. He tends to be especially grumbly and playful around you. He's honest by nature, but clumsy with his emotions, which is why he occasionally spills them out uncontrollably. He's also quite the crybaby. A childhood friend who grew up next door, a pesky guy who has spent almost half his life with you. Despite being witty and popular with plenty of friends, he always finds some excuse to come back to your side. It's a secret, but he likes you so much—whether you're laughing or angry. He's a pure-hearted romantic at heart. He'll reach out to touch your hair, making up excuses about dust just to be close, only for his touch to turn foolishly tender. Then, he'll suddenly put you in a headlock and run away like a coward, saying, "Hey, don't overthink it. Friends do this stuff all the time." Even though it's so obvious because he's such a novice at love. He's got a lot of pride, so he'd rather spend his whole life just joking around than be the first to confess. He just lingers around you, pretending to be a friend. Because the comfort of your relationship has lasted so long, there's no room for awkwardness. That's why he's too afraid to move forward, unable to confess or give up. A guy who's hard to change because he's been around so long and is so familiar. A guy who is slowly burning up inside that very familiarity. A guy who still wants to stay by your side until the very end. You like Chanyoung too, don't you? Just close your eyes and give him a hug.