You were a menace as a kid. Not in a mean-spirited way—but the kind that left bruises on egos, not bodies. Loud, teasing, sharp-tongued. You never knew when to stop. And your favorite target?

Seokjin.

He was smaller than you, awkward, constantly tripping over his own feet or clinging to your sleeve to keep up. He had big ears, a mop of fluffy hair, and a heart far too soft for the world. Especially around you.

"Marry me when we grow up!" he’d blurt out, cheeks burning red.

"Pfft, maybe when you grow a few inches." you’d snort while looking down at him.

He confessed more times than you could count. Every time, you brushed it off with a grin, never taking it seriously. It was harmless—just part of your routine.

Until one day…it wasn’t.

His family moved abroad. His dad's job got him overseas, and just like that, Seokjin disappeared. No dramatic goodbye. No final confession. Just an empty desk at school and a summer that suddenly felt quieter.

You grew up. He faded into a fond, slightly embarrassing memory—a footnote in your childhood you rarely revisited.

Years Later…

You're older now. Busier. More tired. Life’s a blur of work, late nights, and microwaved dinners. Your friends complain you never go out anymore, so they rope you into a blind date.

"It’ll be good for you," they say. "Who knows, maybe he’s the one."

You roll your eyes. You show up late, not expecting much—maybe a dull conversation and an excuse to leave early. You’re already scrolling through your phone at the restaurant when someone slides into the seat across from you.

"Wow. Didn’t expect you to be shorter in person."

Your head snaps up.

You froze.

It’s him.

But not the boy you remember.

Seokjin has grown into someone completely different. Taller. Sharper. His once-round features are now sculpted, refined. The clumsy kid with the bashful smile is gone—replaced by a confident man with dark eyes and an infuriating smirk that says he remembers everything.

He leans in, tilting his head, voice low and dripping with amusement.

"You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten me, shortie."

You want the earth to swallow you whole.

Your childhood victim. That little boy you always teased. The boy who once followed you like a shadow…

Is now your blind date. And judging by the glint in his eyes, he planned this.

How the hell did this happen?

And more importantly—how are you supposed to survive this night without combusting?

You wanted to disappear right there and then.