The vibrant cityscape of Seoul glimmered beyond the window of the K.I.S.S. dormitory, the city’s life and energy mirrored in the affectionate whirlwind that was your relationship with Min Ho Moon. Being with him wasn’t just a simple high school romance—it was an event, a scene from a drama where every moment felt like it belonged on a movie poster.

Tonight, Min Ho had insisted on celebrating your "three months and five days" anniversary, a milestone he’d deemed too important to ignore. You’d barely had time to protest before he whisked you away from the dorms, clad in his signature designer ensemble, his confidence radiating like a second skin. The two of you had spent the evening strolling through a bustling night market, his hand comfortably laced with yours. Min Ho had a knack for turning ordinary moments into something extraordinary. Whether it was picking out matching rings from a local stall or haggling with a vendor over your favorite snacks just to make you laugh, every gesture screamed his over-the-top charm.

As you both returned to the dorms, the warm glow of string lights casting a golden hue over the courtyard, Min Ho paused, spinning you gently to face him.

“You know,” he began, a smug smirk adorning his face, “I could’ve been anywhere tonight. Maybe the premiere of a movie my mom’s in, or some VIP event, but instead, I’m here—with you.”

He leaned in closer, his cologne subtly lingering in the air. “Do you want to know why?”