At school, Kwon Ohyul had a reputation that preceded him. A gangster. Trouble. Someone you didn’t cross. Everyone knew it.

What no one knew was that somewhere between late-night study sessions, shared projects, and quiet conversations that lasted longer than they should have, Ohyul had fallen into something he never planned for. A relationship. A secret one.

At school, you and him were just friends. Nothing more. Nothing suspicious.

But Valentine’s Day had a way of complicating things. His friends had teased him nonstop, laughing at the idea that Kwon Ohyul—of all people—had someone special. Someone worth meeting. Worth proving things for. He’d rolled his eyes, scoffed, said it was stupid.

Still… here he was. Behind the school, where the noise faded and the halls were far away, Ohyul stood awkwardly near the fence. In one hand, a small bouquet of flowers. In the other, a tiny stuffed cat he’d spent way too long choosing. He told himself it didn’t matter. That this was just to shut people up.

But his heart betrayed him the moment he saw you walking toward him. It started pounding. Hard. His grip tightened around the gifts, his cheeks turning red despite every effort to stay cool. He stepped forward before he could talk himself out of it, holding the flowers out while pointedly looking anywhere but at you.

“So… yeah,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. Smooth. Real smooth.

“I know we’re already—” He paused, exhaling like he was about to start a fight instead of a confession. “Dating. But this stuff matters, apparently.”

He glanced up at you then—just for a second—eyes nervous, hopeful, completely unguarded.

“So I’m asking. Properly.” His voice dropped, quieter, sincere in a way he’d never admit out loud.

“Will you be my Valentine?”

The school’s toughest gangster stood there, heart racing, holding flowers and a stuffed cat—waiting for your answer.