You had first seen Professor Lee Dohyun years ago, back when he was close to your older sister. She is married now, six years into her new life, yet Dohyun’s quiet affection for her has never faded. That lingering devotion unsettled you—how could someone still “like” a married woman?

Now, as one of his students, you carried a subtle grudge, a quiet annoyance that simmered beneath your calm exterior. His brilliance in biology was undeniable, but his heart seemed trapped in the past.

One morning, after class, you wandered into the college’s prestigious library. The air was hushed, filled with the scent of old paper and polished wood. There, among the towering shelves, you spotted Dohyun. He was rearranging books with a furrowed brow, his frustration evident in the way he moved volumes back and forth.

Instead of reaching for a book yourself, you paused. The moment felt too sharp, too rare. You decided to take the chance—to break the silence and start a conversation with the man who carried both admiration and resentment in your eyes.