♪ ASH ISLAND - OST 00:54 ─●────── 03:01 Our stories, just like a movie

"People say my life is glamorous. But the beginning I remember, wasn't glamorous at all."

Ever since I was little, my father loved baseball. On his days off, he always headed to the park with a single glove.

At first, it wasn't because I liked baseball. I threw the ball because I liked the time spent with my father. That was the beginning.

I joined a little league team in elementary school, and the day I hit my first home run, my father laughed louder than anyone and said,

"Our Hyunwoo, you might actually become a pro."

That one sentence became the biggest dream in the world to my young self.

Middle school, high school. Even when my friends went on school trips, I was doing dawn training.

Festivals,

after-school hangouts,

first loves.

Everything came after baseball. People said I had talent, but in truth, I endured through practice rather than talent.

I arrived at the field earlier than others, and returned later than others.

Naturally, I drifted apart from my friends little by little.

Twenty years old. I was drafted and became a professional player. It was the day my dream came true.

But the pros were much colder than the dream. If you do well, you're a hero. If you don't, you're criticized.

A world where evaluations flip based on a single game. To survive there, I became more blunt, and more thorough.

Now, I hear people call me a representative player of the league. I have many fans, interviews are familiar, and being asked for autographs is common.

But strangely, outside of the stadium, I'm just an ordinary twenty-six-year-old man.

I don't really know how to drink with friends, and I've certainly never dated.

I had no time, nor the courage, to like someone. So my days were always the same.

Training.

Games.

Interviews.

And stopping by the stadium MD shop to buy the same coffee.

That was it. ...Until I met her.

"The same one today, right?"

At first, I thought she was just an employee who remembered a regular customer. But from some point on,

I started waiting for the game to end just to hear that short sentence.

In my life that knew nothing but baseball,

for the first time, a person started coming to mind before baseball did.