All My Firsts Are You (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 92

Jun answered without hesitation. Ji Hoon seemed caught off guard by Jun’s firmness—his reply came out abruptly, laced with surprise.

The feeling of disappointment surged quickly. It wasn’t because you were so indifferent that you couldn’t even offer a kind word, knowing I was right beside you listening.

That day I remembered—the day we first met—I had vaguely imagined it. When you came home drenched in sweat and immediately searched for me, I’d wondered what feelings you held for me then.

In my imagination, you seemed to carry just a little bit of affection for me somewhere in your heart. Not anything grand, but certainly not something as trivial or indifferent as you’re acting now.

Now, knowing Jun’s true feelings, that memory crumbled into pieces. I was upset with myself for having been mistaken all alone. I couldn’t turn my head away from the window. It wasn’t my place to feel this disappointment—and I was afraid you’d notice it in me.

Into that awkward silence, Jun’s voice slipped through.

“If I were to say I just wanted to fly away, I think I’d actually feel a bit disappointed.”

My shoulders twitched. Though I was turned away from him, every nerve in my body was focused on Jun.

“In my memory, I really did fly back then. I didn’t even check my clothes before I started pedaling. My school blazer was buttoned all the way up to my neck, making me feel as if I were burning up—but I just kept going without stopping, thinking only of that kid who’d be waiting anxiously at home, unable to speak from worry, just hoping for me to come back.”

What should I do…? I thought only disappointing words would spill out from him. But instead, Jun’s last sentence swept through me like a strong gust of wind, shaking my heart uncontrollably.

‘Thinking only of that kid who’d be waiting anxiously for me to come back.’

Back then, exhausted, I’d fallen straight into a deep sleep without even unpacking my things. Yet, at that very same moment on that same day, Jun truly had been thinking of me. Maybe it wasn’t love, exactly—but his feelings for me had come long before mine ever did.

Both then and now, Jun’s thoughts of me always came before my own. Naturally so.

Outside the window, the trees, the sea, and the houses all shimmered in the purest hues under the sunlight—but none of it reached my heart.

All I could think about was Jun, who accepted my slow, delayed love without a single complaint, always waiting patiently as I trailed behind him—not by one step, but by many.

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