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<50th Cheongryong National High School Volleyball Championship Semifinals FULL [Wonjang High School vs Daehyun High School]>
2014.04.16. Views: 910,000
└ Views went from a few hundred to hundreds of thousandsㅋㅋㅋㅋ sudden spike
└└ The cameraman nailed it—switching the angle as soon as they started fighting is hilarious
└ So funnyㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Do they really fight like that after games? Is that normal?
└└ I played volleyball briefly in high school, never like that. Everyone’s packing up and leaving exhausted after a match, why are they acting like that?
└ Yep ;;
└└ Whoa, that’s real. Suddenly I get why this video is blowing up. Won Jitae played volleyball too?
└└└ He was famous in high school! Only those in the know would know.
└ ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ The pre-interview is also blowing up in views
└└ This makes Two of Them Living Together even more anticipated;; When’s the broadcastㅠㅠㅠ
└ ㅋㅋㅋㅋ Look at Won Jitae’s genuinely dumbfounded expression
└└ Calling himself “Kang-little-kid” without losing is a kill point
└ I thought the fight video would be them hitting each other
└└ Even my 9-year-old sibling doesn’t fight like that with friends
└ Probably forgot they even uploaded it
└└ 10-year-old video going viral is legendary. Respect to whoever dug up this artifact
└ Welcome to the fandom
└└ (link) This is Kang Wooju’s fan café! Come check it out~~
└└└ This site is good at promotion~
└ Didn’t he play volleyball well too? He’s basically the male lead material
└└ I should have begged my mom to send me to Wonjang High too
└ 100% planned
└└ If so, genius. Director Kwon deserves respect now
Wooju stared at the screen, blinking in disbelief.
Watching the views climb on a 10-year-old video in real time was beyond words.
[SNS memes already spreading everywhere]
Park Hyunjin excitedly sent messages to Wooju.
Of course, Wooju should have expected trouble the moment he got a text from him.
[Won-loser Kang-little-kidㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Everyone’s going crazy over this.]
[Congratulations. Kang-little-kid. Successful image transformation?]
“Ah, shit……”
Wooju buried his face in his hands.
All he wanted now was a hole to hide in.
He was mortified, wishing he could slap his past self.
Kang Wooju’s volleyball history started back in elementary school.
He had stumbled into a local volleyball class and instantly fell in love with the sport.
By middle school, he had joined the official team and played countless matches.
Could he remember all of them? Not exactly.
But every match with Won Jitae, including practice games, was etched into his memory.
So the match Park Hyunjin had sent, which was now going viral online, was no exception.
The 50th Cheongryong Championship.
His first official tournament as a first-year high school starter.
They had beaten Wonjang High dramatically in the semifinals but lost in the finals, finishing second.
And whenever he faced Won Jitae in matches, it was always a fight.
He couldn’t believe it was even recorded on video.
“What are you doing?”
At that moment, Jitae, finished with the dishes, slowly approached Wooju, who sat dazed at the dining table.
“Did you do the dishes with your whole body?”
He looked soaked as if he’d just come back from a water park.
“What were you doing?”
“Uh? Nothing.”
Wooju casually turned off his phone.
Jitae’s eyes narrowed slightly at the small awkward gesture.
“I’m making coffee. You?”
“Me too.”
Wooju stood, heading to the kitchen, turned his back to Jitae, and quickly sent Park Hyunjin a reply before putting the phone away.
He didn’t want Jitae to know.
A 10-year-old video, revisiting past moments with Jitae playing volleyball, wasn’t something he wanted to casually discuss or laugh about together.
Also, Jitae’s attitude earlier in the car had left an impression—maybe unconsciously avoiding deep conversations about volleyball.
Of course, if Park Hyunjin’s prediction was right and the video spread everywhere, Jitae would eventually see it.
“……”
Unaware that Jitae was staring, Wooju busied himself choosing a coffee capsule.
“What will you drink?”
“Vanilla latte.”
Their tastes were different. Wooju didn’t like sweet drinks, preferring straight Americano.
“Here.”
Wooju handed the mug. Jitae took it obediently.
“Won Jitae, have you been outside today?”
“No.”
“Then want to go out and drink it?”
Wooju walked to the living room wall and flicked the right middle switch.
Lights illuminated the small table and chairs in the garden, casting a soft glow.
“Sure.”
Jitae, who Wooju thought wouldn’t get up citing bugs or something, surprisingly followed him.
Sitting across from Jitae, Wooju sipped his coffee slowly.
“Any plans tomorrow?”
Jitae turned his head silently.
“You?”
“None.”
Luckily, it was off-season, so training wasn’t strict.
Though the sun had set and the sky was dark, the soft outdoor lighting made the surroundings gentle.
Feeling the cool May night breeze, Wooju relaxed slightly—the embarrassing feelings from Park Hyunjin’s link gradually faded.
“Aren’t you cold?”
Wooju hadn’t put ice in Jitae’s coffee, guessing he’d prefer it not too cold.
“Kang Wooju.”
“Huh?”
“Who did you meet today?”
“Today?”
“You said you were meeting a friend.”
“Oh.”
He had told Jitae that morning he might stop by the club to meet a friend.
Park Hyunjin was someone he had played volleyball with since middle school.
They were close enough that if asked who his closest friend in school was, he’d name Hyunjin.
“Hmm… just a friend.”
That also implied Hyunjin knew the full history between Wooju and Jitae.
So he sent the video immediately—he must have enjoyed seeing their past childish fights.
“Which friend?”
“Friend is friend. Just someone I know.”
If the topic of Hyunjin came up, it might also include discussion about that video and past volleyball memories with Jitae.
Wooju’s unconscious mind tried to avoid the topic entirely.
“Why ask? Do you care if I mention my friend?”
Wooju smirked, trying to steer the conversation away.
Jitae began gulping his coffee.
“Hey, isn’t it hot?”
He set the empty cup on the table.
“You drink coffee like it’s beer…”
“I’m tired, I’m going to bed first.”
“Oh? Okay, go ahead.”
Jitae trudged inside with the empty cup, washed it, and collapsed onto his bed.
Lying there, staring at the ceiling, he pulled out his phone and opened a portal site.
The search bar contained just three words typed by Jitae.
The results weren’t particularly revealing—just a few serious posts asking how to become Kang Wooju’s girlfriend.
He continued searching, typing terms like Kang Wooju partner, Kang Wooju dating rumors, trying to find more.
[Does Kang Wooju have a girlfriend?]
Eventually, he found a recent question on a community forum and quickly clicked it.
[With that face, he must have one. All good-looking athletes have girlfriends, right? Does Kang Wooju? Anyone know?]
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