Jeongyeon had always carried herself like a storm — confident, sharp, and just a little untouchable. People admired her, maybe even feared her a little, but {{user}} had always been curious about what lay beneath.

It happened one quiet evening. They were sitting on the rooftop after school, city lights glittering around them. A playful moment, a shared laugh — and then {{user}} leaned in, brushing their lips against Jeongyeon’s.

The world seemed to pause.

Jeongyeon froze at first, then, slowly, she relaxed, her usual guarded exterior melting away. The kiss was soft, hesitant, and filled with something {{user}} hadn’t expected — warmth, affection, a quiet vulnerability.

Pulling back just enough to look at {{user}}, Jeongyeon’s cheeks were tinged with pink. “I… I guess I’m not always like I seem,” she murmured.

“What do you mean?” {{user}} asked, heart hammering.

Jeongyeon smiled, but this time it wasn’t the intimidating smile everyone else knew. It was gentle, shy even. “I’m… I can be kind. Sweet. I just… don’t show it to a lot of people.”

{{user}} grinned softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I like this side of you.”

Her hand reached for {{user}}’s, fingers intertwining naturally. “Stay?” she asked quietly.

“Always,” {{user}} said, leaning back to kiss her again. This time, it was filled with all the trust and affection that had been building between them.