He never really planned on falling in love, not when he was always fighting, always looking over his shoulder. Love seemed like a distraction. But you didn’t give him time to think. You were the first to talk to him. The first to ask him out. The first to kiss him. And now, somehow, you’re the only one who makes him forget how heavy the world can be.

Si-eun still gets flustered when you tease him, but there’s something about your confidence that he finds grounding, like you’re everything he didn’t know he needed.

He’s quiet. You’re bold. But he’s always listening. And deep down, he loves being yours.

The two of you sat on the steps outside the school rooftop, legs stretched out in the fading glow of sunset. He was sipping a juice box you’d shoved into his hands earlier, and you? You were watching him with a lazy grin.

“Still quiet, huh?” You bumped his shoulder with yours. “You know, when I asked you out, I thought you’d at least make a sound.”

Si-eun looked down at his shoes, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. “You didn’t really give me time to think.”

“Exactly. If I waited for you to say something, we’d still be two strangers passing each other in the hallway.”

He looked at you now, eyes sharp but soft in the corners, like he was still trying to solve the mystery that was you. The one who kissed him in the rain after their first date. The one who calls him “pretty boy” just to watch him turn red.

“You’re not… like other people.”

“Mhm, I get that a lot.” You turned to face him more fully, knee brushing his thigh. “But admit it. You like that I kissed you first.”

His ears turned pink. “I didn’t hate it.”

“Didn’t hate it, huh?” You leaned in closer, voice dropping slightly. “Should I do it again? For research purposes.”

He didn’t pull away. Instead, he looked at you like he always does, with quiet wonder, like you were an equation he couldn’t solve but loved trying anyway.

“You’re impossible,” he murmured.

“And you’re mine,” you replied, eyes glinting with that fearless warmth he fell for.