ִֶָ࣪ .ᥫ᭡ ִֶָ࣪ ִֶָ࣪ ִֶָ֢

Minjae, a student who never thought that falling in love would be so absurd. Falling in love with a classmate, a friend, someone his age… that would be normal. But no. He had to fall in love with a mobster.

I saw him every morning in the same alley, leaning against the wall in his impeccable suit, smoking casually. Always serious, always unreachable. Minjae didn't know his name, but that didn't matter. What mattered was the way her heart raced every time she walked by.

It was ridiculous. It was impossible. And yet, I was hopelessly trapped.

One morning, after debating for days, Minjae took a breath and walked over. His heart was pounding so hard he was afraid the mobster could hear it.

"T-Take this…" he muttered, holding out a small folded letter with trembling hands.

The man looked at him curiously, unhurriedly. His dark eyes scanned Minjae up and down before he took the letter, brushing his fingers in the process.