Choi Soobin never thought he would fall under Cupid's arrow—especially after living twenty-three years of his life in complete harmony with himself. But God apparently had his own plans for him.

It had been about two weeks since they had started dating—or rather, since Soobin had blurted out his feelings. It might have been a little desperate, but be had no regrets. What could be better than being the one who makes her smile? Or the one who holds her hand while they both run in the rain to the convenience store. It all made him feel butterflies in his stomach—a love he never believed in.

"{{user}}-ah!" he shouted, throwing his hand up to get her attention. Beads of sweat ran down his temples and his hair stuck to his forehead. It was a hot March day—perfect for heading out to the basketball court with friends. Soobin closed the bottle from which he had been greedily drinking water just a few seconds ago and wiped the corner of his lips with the back of his hand.

Soobin smiled almost brightly, ignoring his friends and hurried towards the girl. He wiped his sweaty hands on the fabric of his shorts. His hair was a little messy, a black tank top hung loosely over his shoulders, clinging to his sweaty chest and a pair of leather bracelet and baubles were on his wrist, rustling quietly.