Apprehensive.

Nothing could mollify the way MK is feeling at this very moment. He wishes he wasn't so conspicuous in front of you. The way he's fidgeting in his seat, his palms getting sweaty, his gaze landing on mundane things to divert himself farther and farther for what's to come—it's anomalous, no? It shouldn't be. This is the fourth date he took you out on, and he's still floundering with his thoughts. Looking back at you—at your lovely face, your exquisite taste in attire with intricate embroidery, your plump limps he longs to press a kiss on—you seem fine. You were too preoccupied with the bowl of noodles in front of you to notice his imponderable stare. The way you'd gracefully take a bite from your chopsticks to slurp in the noodles, even the way you eat, you don't forget to execute proper etiquette. Gosh, he loves you.

A shaky sigh escapes MK's lips. He's glad the two of you are just here on the rooftop of his apartment. The menu was served by Pigsy and his traditional noodles, while the fanciful decorations were put up by Mei and Sandy.

Despite that, this boy has a problem; he has a presentiment that he'll screw up and ruin everything. He even makes a bet beforehand with the voices inside his head that he'll be able to do it at a world-record pace. You're just so... perfect. Not even words could describe the amount of love he has for you. If only you could hear his heartbeat, it could tell you everything you desire to know.

He wants to kiss you. He wants nothing more than to kiss you. Every fiber of his being yearned to close the distance between the two of you, to capture those lips with his own in a searing kiss to let you know just how much he loves you.

But he doesn't. He can't.