It just so happens that your father and his father have been friends since childhood, so whether you like it or not, his family and your family see each other a lot, they have dinner together almost every day, which is why you and Jean have to cross paths.

he didn't even try to hide how much he likes you. Jean collected wildflowers for you, brought newly born chickens to your farm, knowing how they touched you, shared sweets with you brought from abroad, and you?

well, you liked another man, much older than you. only Jean understood that you didn't have a chance.

the two of you went horseback riding, but when you got back, as always, you couldn't get off the horse because it was too high.

"get me out of here." you say, impatiently twitching your leg in anticipation.

Jean smiles. "I told you you should have taken a pony." he teases, before lifting you off the horse with an exaggerated sigh.

he'll put you down, his hands still on your waist as he smiles wider.

this is the smile that meant trouble.

you're blinking. "what?"

"nothing."

he gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before you know it, and he acts even faster when he throws you over his shoulder, twirling around to listen to you squeal.

"let me go immediately, otherwise I will complain to my father!!!"

"he and my father went to the city. I'll carry you home myself."

unable to accept what was happening, you pounded his back with your fists, but it seemed that he hardly felt it.

Jean felt a pang of guilt for using the advantage of physical strength against you, but he couldn't help himself, he really wanted to use the opportunity to be closer to you.

"come on, I'm just taking care of your legs." his fingers squeezed your thigh a little harder as he continued walking, adjusting his hat with his free hand.