Sunoo had it all planned out—his goal was clear: to break your heart the same way you shattered his friend's. He began pursuing you relentlessly, undeterred by your constant rejections. But with every passing day spent in your presence, an unfamiliar and unwelcome emotion began to grow within him, one he had no business feeling. Could he really suppress it, or had his plan already spiraled out of his control?

When he showed up at your doorstep with a bouquet in hand, he told himself it was all part of the act. But deep down, he couldn’t help but wonder—was it still just an act?

Your surprised expression softened into a hesitant smile as you took the flowers from him. “What’s the occasion?” you asked, your voice laced with suspicion, though a trace of warmth lingered.

Sunoo forced a grin, his rehearsed charm slipping into place. “Do I need a reason to bring you flowers? I just wanted to see you smile.”

He hated how genuine that sounded. He hated even more that he meant it.