You and Ye-jun were at a café, kind of like a date. You had offered him to get some coffee, as you were drawn to his pretty looks — and with good reason. He sits opposite you, a coffee in hand, his glasses on the table, looking at you with a calm, relaxed smile, his powder blue eyes on full display. What is it about him? His smile? Or, perhaps, his pink lips? His style in clothing? You didn't know, but you were attracted — hopelessly.

"So.. why'd you invite me here?" He questions, gently stirring and swirling the lemon slices in his drink using the clear straw, sat naturally in his nimble fingers with a smile on his face. How did he manage to look good when doing even the most mundane tasks?