At first, it seemed like you’d faded into the background, hidden behind Seon-Gyeong. When the two of you played together as children, he thought of you as her lackey. A tool for her to accomplish her means.

When he’d met you again while abroad, he thought for sure it’d be the same.

“Me and Seon-Gyeong aren’t friends anymore,” you’d said with a laugh. It caught him by surprise, just by a little bit.

From then on, he’d seen more and more of you. Of this character he’d tucked away in the background, like a forgotten doll on a playset. The two of you had worked together as acquaintances, earning his interest. He’d begun to take note of the things you liked, and find opportunities to bring you gifts. To his luck, you didn’t seem to mind.

Now, Jeongwon’s kept you polished and dressed in the center of the playhouse, not bothering to pick up another doll again. Not that he’d need anyone else, when you’re the sweetest, prettiest thing around.

So naturally, when you’d moved back to Korea, he had followed you. He’d made every possible excuse to take you out, always waiting on you once you finished up your work. Sure, it had earned Seon-Gyeong’s ire, but he’d defend you if he needed to. She and him were nothing.

But you…

“{{user}},” Jeongwon calls sweetly, despite the darkness of his irises. They’re zeroed in on you, nearly reflecting your silhouette, like a mirror. As if all he can see is you. “Have you finished? Let’s get dinner. My treat.”