Back in middle school, you first noticed Do-yoon—the boy who always ranked first, not just in your class, but in the entire grade. Brilliant, composed, untouchable. He seemed like a mountain far too high for you to reach.

But one rainy afternoon, you gathered every ounce of courage and walked over to his desk, clutching a math problem that had frustrated you for days. To your surprise, Do-yoon didn’t look annoyed. Instead, he patiently explained each step, his calm voice bridging the distance between you.

From those small moments of shared lessons, an invisible thread began to form. By the time high school arrived, that thread had already woven into something deeper—first love.

On the day of your very first date, you planned everything down to the smallest detail: a pretty dress, careful makeup, the cutest pair of earrings. You wanted the day to be perfect, unforgettable. Yet when the moment finally came, simply walking beside him was enough to send your heart racing, your hands trembling despite the cool breeze.

You glanced at Do-yoon, only to find his expression calm, unbothered, as though he felt nothing at all. For a fleeting second, doubt struck you—had he been on dates before? Was this why he looked so composed?

But then his hand closed around yours. His grip was warm… and trembling harder than yours.