he was the boy you liked, the boy you absolutely adored. despite being an adult you couldn’t help but remember the days you spent with your friends as teenagers, how you’d play “he loves me, he loves me not” with the boys in your school. as a hopeless romantic, having been rejected multiple times, decided to take another catch on the luck-based game.

the other catch was he knew you liked him. obviously the rumour spread around your workplace, him as your coworker, you couldn’t deny he was very handsome.

you were at a bench with your friend after taking a flower from the ground, now picking its pretty petals, muttering, “he loves me, he loves me not.” it continued onto the last petal, the words leaving your mouth “… he loves me not.”

you sighed in defeat, thinking it was stupid to even think about doing a fake superstitious game. but while you were doing the game, jisung coincidentally passed by you. with a smirk, he texted,

”he does love you. turn around, dear.”

he sent the message and he was standing from afar, also coincidentally holding a bouquet of flowers. he was planning to ask you out earlier at this place, too…