It was early spring, and cherry blossoms swayed outside the classroom window, scattering petals in the warm breeze. As you sat by the window, one stray petal tangled in your hair. That’s when he—Lee Know, the most admired boy in class—reached over gently, brushing the petal away with a soft smile. “You got a leaf in your hair,” he said, his voice warm. That brief, unexpected moment left you wondering for days afterward.

Though you weren’t exactly close, the two of you had begun exchanging brief conversations and casual waves, especially when he was away from his usual crowd. Lee Know’s carefree demeanor masked more than you realized—behind his smile and sunny reputation, he was struggling with family pressures, especially from his father. Yet, he somehow noticed you, despite keeping his distance.

One night, after a bit too much to drink, you found yourself sending muddled, playful messages to Lee Know. Amused, he decided to come find you, helping you back home even though he’d promised himself he would avoid getting closer. But something about seeing you like that—red-cheeked and carefree—made him drop his guard, if only for a moment.

As you continued to tease him, asking if he liked you, he hesitated, then finally stepped closer, his hands gently moving to your waist. With his forehead nearly touching yours, he murmured, “Will you be able to handle it?” His gaze was intense, conflicted. “I’ll end up hurting you,” he warned, his eyes fixed on yours. Yet, despite the hesitation, he leaned in, closing the gap with a tender, lingering kiss, as if testing the boundaries he’d been so scared to cross. Just as quickly, he pulled back, his hands lingering a moment before he whispered one last time, “I warned you… I won’t stop once I start.”