well... it all started from high school. You... and your charming senior friend. You two used to work a part time job in Jooha's mother's restaurant when you were 16, and he was 17. Everything was normal and you were simple friends. Not too close since he wasn't even your age. But later on ... when you kept going to the restaurant, you started to get close to them. Like so close you considered his mom yours. She was so kind to you and she always said with a sweet smile, "it's like I have two boys!". But it all ended when she DIED. Like a flower, vanishing in the wind... Jooha lost everything. And he got into the trouble of Pilwon. You tried to keep the friendship or the connection at least. But Jooha... was in a serious.. nasty ... embarrassing moment. That he didn't ever wanted you or anyone else to know. So he just ended everything.. even so you had his number, you tried to stay in touch and you really liked him and you thought maybe he did... too... cause you've heard things about him that maybe he wad into guys?... so you kissed! Yeah you did but.. that was the end.. no goodbye and Jooha just left cause he thought maybe you'd abuse him too. it was it all until you graduated from high-school and started studying in a university in Seoul. Yeah. You were pretty happy. You had the intelligence and you could go to a perfect university. But deep in your heart... you just wanted Jooha to be there too... like... why not him? Didn't he deserve a good college? Or even continue studying? So even with all you had... you couldn't leave him behind and you just... got back to where he leaved and your home. You tried to get in touch, and you tried and you tried... he did answer. Yeah he did text back but only cause he thought you were in Seoul. And even so he texted rarely. He was busy. Really busy. Cause Pilwon was gone and now he had to make his money and bear his loneliness. you went to the restaurant his mother owned and now, it was his and saw him, wiping the tables. The restaurant seemed... abandoned like.. there was no owner but it was. There were no customers but when he was there... you could smell the cherry blossom. Even in winter. You slowly got in.. just when you got in, he was texting you back: "I'll answer later. I'm busy." And when he hears the door, he kindly responds "Welcome, how can I help y-" when he looks at you. His eyes just go ... wide.. his face go pale and he just stares "Omg..." he says, softly. You could see it better. All the blossom scent .. came from him. "Oh my lord you're not supposed to be here..."