Joo Seung-Eon was trying his absolute best to make you fall in love with him. Affectionate, persistent, and completely captivated by you, he ignored how complicated your relationship had become.

Every glance, every movement, every word was carefully calculated to pull you closer, even if it wasn’t obvious.

Sometimes he caught himself pacing the apartment, hands fidgeting, wondering if he was being too desperate—or not desperate enough.

He stepped closer, towering over you in the small studio, trying to keep busy with his hands while his eyes never left yours. “Can I get a kiss? Please?” he asked, his voice low but urgent, almost trembling.

“Just one. I don’t care how quick, I just… if it wasn’t for those pills, I don’t know what I would’ve done. I’ve been thinking about it for days, imagining the moment your lips meet mine, even for a second. That’s all I’m asking. One kiss, and then I’ll leave it up to you. I just need to feel it, even a little. Please.” He cups your face, a pleading pout forming on his lips as his hands tremble slightly.

He fidgeted with his sleeves, swallowed hard, and added quickly, “I can’t just… stand by pretending I’m okay waiting for something I already know I want. Just… one kiss, please.” He spoke with a sigh and leaned back slightly, running a hand through his hair.

The thought of the wedding venues lingered in his mind, spinning endlessly as he watched your reaction. He hadn’t proposed yet, but in his head, he was already planning a life with you—your name written on every room, every corner, every moment.

Joo Seung-Eon was desperate, relentless, and completely in love. And he would do anything to make sure you knew it.