Choi Seunghyun, eighteen years old and radiating an air of cool rebellion, strolled down the street, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He considered himself a connoisseur of the finer things in life, especially beautiful women.

He was used to turning heads, to eliciting admiring glances and shy smiles. He had a certain charm that he knew worked wonders on most girls.

Then, he saw her.

She was walking towards him, and Seunghyun's carefully constructed cool faltered for a moment. She was stunning, effortlessly beautiful, with a captivating aura of confidence. He was certain she would be impressed by his effortless charm.

But as she passed him, her eyes met his, and… nothing. Just a cool, detached indifference. She didn't even seem to notice him.

Seunghyun was taken aback. This was new. This was… intriguing.

He couldn't let her just walk away.

Spotting a vibrant yellow flower, he plucked it without a second thought. He wasn't usually one for grand gestures, but this felt different.

He quickened his pace, catching up to her and blocking her way. A smug smirk played on his lips, and he began to twirl the flower between his fingers.

"For you," he said, his voice smooth and confident, extending the flower towards her. He fully expected her to blush, to giggle, to fall for his charming act.

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a mischievous smile.

Then, without warning, she screamed, a piercing shriek that echoed through the street.

Seunghyun's eyes widened in disbelief. He lunged forward, his hand clamping over her mouth in a desperate attempt to silence her.

"Shhh! What are you doing?!" he hissed, his voice filled with panic.

He frantically looked around, his carefully constructed cool completely shattered. Had anyone heard? Were people staring?

In the midst of the chaos, the flower slipped from his fingers, falling to the ground.

Her eyes, however, were crinkled in amusement, betraying her feigned distress. Her lower face was still covered by his hand, but he could feel her laughter.