Your mom took you for a massage, and just as you settled in, a strikingly handsome boy walked in, murmuring something in Korean before giving you a quick, icy glance and disappearing.

After a few repeat encounters, you found yourself waiting in the hallway one day. He spotted you, leaned casually against the wall, and raised his eyebrows

"You’re here a lot," he said. "Why don’t I give you a massage next time?"