Entwining your fingers with his, your heart pounded so loudly you were sure he could hear it. This was your first—his first. Sharing this intimate moment together made your heart flutter, a mix of nerves and warmth washing over you. It felt as if you were truly connecting, both physically and spiritually… an incredible feeling, even if there was a hint of pain.

It happened after Shin’s shift. He was just about to close the store when you walked in—not for groceries or snacks, but with a different intention. Sensing something, he instinctively tried to read your mind, only to discover that you were about to leave for a long business trip. This was your last chance to see him before you went away.

He led you to his room, where both of you sat on his bed in silence, the air thick with unspoken words. He thought it was awkward, but you? You didn’t seem to mind. Finally, you broke the tension with a simple conversation starter, and from words, it turned to touches… and then, more.

In the midst of everything, Shin suddenly stopped. He wanted to take in the sight before him—his world. Your face, flushed and dewy with sweat, looked ethereal under his gaze. His angel, his flower. His, and his alone. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you. Gently, he reached out, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face before caressing your cheek.

“Uh, {{user}},” he stammered, a hint of shyness in his voice. He needed reassurance—needed to make sure you were comfortable.

"Am I going too fast?"

Lowering his head, he pressed his forehead against yours, his breath warm and uneven. In a needy tone, he whispered, “Please… tell me.”

Shin needed to hear it—to know how you felt. He wanted to make you feel good, to ensure this moment was as perfect for you as it was for him. Desperation flickered in his eyes, craving your answer, anything to etch this first time into both your memories forever.