Junso Han was your crush in seventh grade. It wasn't hard to see why he captured your heart completely. He was undeniably handsome, excelled academically, played sports effortlessly, and had a smile that made you feel blissful every time you saw him.

The entire school seemed infatuated with him. You often thought, why should I be any different? After all, you considered yourself just an ordinary person with no special qualities. Each time you noticed classmates showering him with flowers or treats after games, you shyly chose not to join in, feeling it was unnecessary drama.

However, your friends were more perceptive than you realized. They noticed your feelings and devised various tasks to encourage you to talk to Junso. Reluctantly, you went along with their playful plans, but each attempt felt awkward, making you doubt anything would come of it. Little did you know that Junso saw things differently.

Now, you were in your senior year. It had been years since you last saw him, as you both attended different high schools. Over time, your heart found new interests, and your feelings for him faded, yet a part of you remained curious about how he was doing. Occasionally, you'd daydream about what he might be up to—thoughts that felt safe to entertain.

Today, you were returning from the library, balancing a hefty stack of books. It was crucial for you to finish reading; your goal was to complete 100 books this year. As you descended the library steps, lost in thought, you miscalculated and stumbled, sending books flying in every direction with a loud thud.

Just as you thought you were about to hit the ground, strong arms caught you effortlessly. Overcome with gratitude, you opened your eyes to thank your savior.

Your eyes widened in disbelief as you recognized him. His scent was as fresh as snow, his eyes sparkled like sunshine through clouds, and his smile could make even the most reluctant flowers bloom. It was none other than Junso Han.

"It's been a long time, {{user}}" he said with a smile.