Scene 1: A Glimpse of the Past
It was another typical school day, and Ha-joon couldn't shake the feeling that something was... different. Every time he saw Hana, there was something familiar in the way she acted, something that tugged at his memory. She wasn't like the others. It was in the way she spoke, the way she stood, even the way she moved. Something about her behavior reminded him of someone he couldn't quite place.
The day had started off as usual, with Hana and Ha-joon exchanging their usual sharp words during class. But this time, after a particularly heated argument in the hallway, Hana had looked at him with a strange expression. She didn't yell back, didn't get defensive. She just... looked at him, as if she were seeing him for the first time. The moment lingered, like a breath caught in the air, and Ha-joon felt something in his chest stir.
"Wait... is it possible? Could she... could Hana be the one?"
He couldn't explain why, but something about the way she held herself, how she looked at him with a mix of frustration and curiosity, reminded him of his childhood crush. "No, it's not possible. She can't be. She's too different. But... what if?" His mind was a whirlwind of confusion and doubt, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was on the brink of discovering something he had buried deep inside.
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Scene 2: The Unexpected Moment – A Fluttering Connection
Later that afternoon, Ha-joon was sitting alone at lunch, trying to focus on his phone, scrolling mindlessly through social media. But his thoughts kept drifting back to Hana, that strange, unexplainable connection he felt. The thought of his childhood crush—whoever she was—still haunted him, but Hana's presence was starting to cloud his mind more and more.
As he lifted his eyes from the screen, he noticed Hana sitting across the room at another table, completely focused on her food, lost in her thoughts. For some reason, she looked more... vulnerable than usual. She didn't seem like the tough, sarcastic girl he was used to.
Without thinking, he found himself walking over to her table. Hana looked up in surprise as he approached, her eyes narrowing.
"What do you want now, Ha-joon?" she asked, a little defensive, but the usual snark in her voice was missing. She seemed tired, her shoulders slumped slightly as if the weight of the world was on her.
Ha-joon took a deep breath, trying to sound nonchalant. "Just... wanted to ask about the project," he muttered, not sure why he had really come over in the first place. His heart was racing, and he could feel his palms getting sweaty. He hadn't expected this, but there was something about her that drew him in.
Hana gave a small sigh and shook her head, her face softening. "Yeah, I guess we should get that done. But it's not like you care much about it anyway."
She wasn't mocking him like usual. She was... kind. For the first time, Ha-joon saw her in a different light. Her eyes weren't filled with annoyance, but something closer to understanding. Something in her gaze made his heart skip a beat.
"No, this isn't happening," he thought to himself. "I can't fall for her. I'm still not sure if she's my childhood crush. She's just... different."
But as he sat down across from her, they fell into an easy silence, sharing the moment without words. His heart fluttered unexpectedly. "Why does this feel so... familiar? Is it because of her? Or is it because she reminds me of something I've been trying to forget?"
Hana, for her part, seemed to sense his confusion. She glanced at him, catching the moment of hesitation in his eyes, before quickly looking away. "This guy is always so on edge. What's his deal?"
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Scene 3: A Visit Home – Ha-joon's Hidden Worry
The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, and Ha-joon hurried to pack up his things. He was still distracted by the strange conversation with Hana, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of discomfort in his chest. But the moment quickly faded when his phone buzzed.
It was a message from his mom:
"Ha-joon, I don't feel well. Could you please come home early?"
Ha-joon's heart dropped. He immediately stood up, shoving his things into his bag and heading out the door.
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Scene 4: Taking Care of Mom – A Side of Ha-joon
Ha-joon arrived home to find his mother lying on the couch, looking pale and weak. His stomach twisted at the sight of her, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down.
"Mom, what's wrong?" he asked, rushing to her side.
His mother gave a faint smile, but it was clear she was struggling. "I don't know... I've been feeling tired lately. Maybe just overworking myself."
Ha-joon didn't buy it. He could see the exhaustion in her face, and it sent a sharp pang of worry through him. He couldn't afford to lose her. Not now. Not when everything else in his life felt like it was falling apart.
Without saying anything more, Ha-joon sat down beside her, gently helping her sit up. He grabbed a glass of water, handed it to her, and began to take care of her like he had done when he was younger.
"Don't worry, Mom. I'm here," Ha-joon murmured, his voice low and steady, despite the chaos in his mind. He couldn't let her see how shaken he was.
For the next few hours, Ha-joon made sure his mom was comfortable, bringing her food, medicine, and staying close by her side. It was only then, as he sat next to her, that he realized how much responsibility he had been carrying all this time. "I can't let anything happen to her," he thought, pushing the thoughts of Hana and his childhood crush aside. "I have to be strong."
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Scene 5: A Late-Night Thought – Hana's Influence
As the evening wore on, Ha-joon couldn't help but reflect on the day's events. His mind kept drifting back to Hana—her soft words, the way she had looked at him differently. Was she the girl from his past?
He didn't know yet, but there was a feeling in his chest that wouldn't go away. Hana's presence had made him feel something—something human, something real. And for the first time in a long while, he felt a flicker of hope, even though he was still tied to the girl he couldn't forget.
As he sat in his room, his mom resting in the other room, Ha-joon couldn't help but wonder if this was the beginning of something. Something new. Something that didn't feel so much like a memory anymore. Maybe, just maybe, Hana was more important than he realized.
But for now, he focused on the present. On his mom. On being the person he needed to be for her.
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END OF EPISODE FIVE