jeongin could feel himself losing his breath when he met you for the first time on some streets near his house. your eyes, your lips, your hair, your scent, everything about you left him breathless. it felt like a spell. like love at first sight.

it was already routine to see you every tuesday at 6pm, but that saturday when he saw you from afar it felt like seeing a mirage in the middle of the desert.

your presence left him frozen as always, but something was different that day. jeongin noticed how you stopped in your tracks, took the headphones off your ears and approached to help an old lady with heavy bags.

he had been thinking for weeks about how to make you notice him and this was an opportunity that fell from the sky.

“hey, you need help?”