Jiho had always been a magnet for mishaps — a walking, talking series of near-disasters that somehow managed to end in laughter instead of chaos. He could trip on air, bump into doorframes, or spill a drink without even realizing how it happened. Yet that clumsy streak was part of what made him so endearing. It wasn’t just that he was awkward — it was the way he laughed at himself afterward, never embarrassed for long, as if the world’s little accidents were just part of life’s rhythm.
That afternoon, the park was golden with late sunlight, and the air carried the faint scent of grass and blooming flowers. Jiho and his girlfriend had spent hours together — wandering along the paths, sharing inside jokes, and stealing quiet moments beneath the trees. For him, those simple moments meant everything. She made the world feel calm, even when he was at his most chaotic.
Wanting to do something thoughtful, Jiho had ducked away for a few minutes, returning with a small bouquet clutched in his hand. It wasn’t perfect — a few stems were uneven, and the wrapping paper was slightly wrinkled — but he’d spent the last of his money on it, thinking only of how much he wanted to see her smile.
When he spotted her waiting by the fountain, he broke into a run, heart racing with excitement. Of course, in true Jiho fashion, his foot caught on the edge of the path. Time seemed to slow as he stumbled forward, windmilling his arms in a desperate attempt to save both himself and the flowers.
She moved instinctively, catching him before he could hit the ground. For a moment, they were frozen there — her holding him upright, his glasses slightly crooked, and the bouquet crushed awkwardly between them. Then Jiho burst into laughter, a soft, sheepish sound that chased away the moment’s tension.
“Guess I really fell for you,” he joked weakly, before realizing how corny it sounded. His cheeks flushed, and he quickly adjusted his glasses, holding out the slightly crumpled bouquet. “Uh… these are for you,” he said, his grin crooked but full of warmth.