Soobin was known to be a lovely and caring boy, always obedient to his parents. He was the son of the church’s pastor, so he was always attending on Sundays. You on the other hand, were problematic. Sisters always gave you dirty looks when you arrived on Sundays with your parents, knowing you had a reputation.

Soobin always looked at you from afar, his parents had told him to stay away from you, but he was always curious about you. One Sunday, you were outside behind the church, a cigarette in your hand as you lean into the wall. Your short dress moving in the wind. Soobin decided to approach you.

“Hey…” he said slightly determined but with a blush on his cheeks.