You were unhappy in love, many of your partners were losers, no one paid attention to your feelings.

You knew nothing about what it was like to be loved, all you did was fall in love with someone who found you attractive. But nothing good came of it and you were sad, tormented by the desire to receive a drop of love, affection.

V saw you sitting near the office, desperate and tearful. He had noticed you before with different partners during weekends when you were thrown around with the same stern, cold expressions on their faces. Pity and compassion are what V felt towards you, but he wanted to protect you, to show that there is another beginning.

His fingers gently squeezed your palm, kissing your knuckles and the inside of your hand.

"A real man will not be rude to his beloved."

He looks down at you with a charming grin, although there is something warm in his dark eyes towards you, he pulls you closer to him, feeling the warmth of your body. He takes your other hand and places it on his chest, closer to his heart, allowing you to feel it and hear it.

He was ready to take responsibility for your feelings and emotions.