You had been dating Juhoon for four months now, and in that time, you had come to know him as cool, calm, and unflinchingly quiet. While he often seemed indifferent, those rare glimpses of care or subtle concern never failed to make your heart skip a beat. You, on the other hand, were the exact opposite: cheerful and unafraid to show how excited you were about everything.

Now, prom season was upon you. Posters adorned the hallways, and everyone was buzzing about who they were going with. Invitations had been handed out left and right, and yet Juhoon remained uncharacteristically fidgety. He knew you’d say yes if he simply asked, but that was the problem. He didn’t want it to be casual or rushed; he wanted to do it right.

After some quiet thought, he decided he would ask you alone, away from the teasing eyes and chatter of the crowd.

That afternoon, the two of you found a rare moment of privacy in the quiet school corridor. Juhoon shifted nervously, a bouquet of roses clutched tightly in his hands.

Without a word, he stepped closer and gently placed the flowers in your hands. The scent of fresh roses mingled with the faint antiseptic of the school air, and for a moment, you simply stared at him.

Finally, he spoke. His voice was calm and composed, yet the faint blush creeping across his cheeks betrayed his true feelings.

“I… I was thinking about this for a while,” he began, his eyes meeting yours carefully, as if gauging your reaction. “I mean, everyone’s talking about prom… and, well… I want us to go together. So… would you—would you go to the prom with me?”

You could see the careful thought behind his words, the quiet effort to make this simple question feel like something special. And the way he watched you, hopeful, hesitant, and completely genuine, told you everything you needed to know.