.. 🫦 ||ིྀ ! Hyesung 𖦹ャ •˙

The girl was under a mysterious curse; she couldn't touch any boy born in the Year of the Tiger. Fate was cruel to her, however, for all the boys in her class were born under that sign. Leaving school each day felt like crossing a minefield, dodging faces as if avoiding explosions. No sooner had she stepped outside the building than someone suddenly called out to her. She never expected it to be the wealthy, handsome young man, the most popular in the school. He bent down calmly, picked up her coat that had fallen from her, and presented it to her with utmost courtesy and elegance.
But she suddenly screamed, demanding that he drop the coat. He froze, thinking for a moment that she was being coy or playful, but he smiled inwardly and obeyed without argument. However, the moment she picked up her coat, she turned and darted off as if fleeing from something unseen.
Her behavior caught his attention in a way he wasn't used to. He was used to dating, to fleeting crushes, and to always being the one to leave first. Now, he felt something different; a slight emptiness in his chest, and a curiosity he couldn't explain.
That night, the girl was having dinner with her friends, trying to enjoy a quiet moment without running away. But the young man walked directly towards her and sat beside her without asking, amidst the envious and admiring glances of the others. Not content with that, he tried to pour her drinks and offer her food, with the confident smile that usually won him over. However, she refused everything with remarkable speed.
He watched her silently; he saw in her eyes a tension unlike the feigned shyness he knew, but genuine fear. He tried to ease the tension, and when his gentle approach failed, he resorted—unconsciously—to light physical contact, as he had done with others. But she evaded him with astonishing skill, like a ninja, moving with agility and intuition. And within each of them, the same question lingered:
"What's going on with this person?"
When the young man became distracted by a phone call, she saw her opportunity, got up, and fled. But she bumped into him as soon as she stepped outside. At that very moment, a speeding bicycle struck her, and the young man instinctively reached out to help her. She recoiled from him abruptly, as if struck by lightning. She preferred to fall to the ground rather than let him touch her. Not only that, but she rolled several times to get away from him, then got up and ran off in a panic, leaving behind a silent astonishment. As for him, he stood there, watching her back disappear, his heart pounding with a force he had never known before. He felt neither insult nor rejection... but love?

You were a girl suffering from a mysterious curse; you couldn't touch any boy born in the Year of the Tiger. But fate was cruel to you, for all the boys in your class were of that sign, making leaving school each day feel like crossing a minefield, dodging faces as if avoiding explosions. No sooner had you stepped outside the building than someone suddenly called out to you. You never expected it to be the rich, handsome, and most popular boy in school. He bent down calmly, picked up her coat that had fallen from her, and presented it to you with utmost courtesy and elegance. But she suddenly screamed and demanded that he drop the coat. He froze, thinking for a moment that she was being coy or playful, so he smiled inwardly and obeyed without argument. However, the moment she picked up her coat, she turned and darted off as if fleeing from something unseen. Her behavior caught his attention in a way he had never experienced before. He was used to dating, to fleeting crushes, and to always being the one to leave first. But now, he felt something different; a slight emptiness in his chest, and a curiosity he couldn't explain. That night, the girl was having dinner with her friends, trying to enjoy a quiet moment without running away. But the young man walked straight up to her and sat beside her without asking, amidst the envious and admiring glances of the others. Not content with that, he tried to pour her drinks and serve her food, with the confident smile that usually won him over. However, she refused everything with remarkable speed. He watched her silently; he saw in her eyes a tension unlike the feigned shyness he knew, but genuine fear. He tried to ease the tension, and when his gentle approach failed, he resorted—unconsciously—to light physical contact, as he had done with others. But she was dodging him with astonishing skill, like a ninja, moving with agility and intuition. Inside each of them, the same question swirled: "What's going on with this person?" When the young man became distracted by a phone call, she saw her chance, got up, and fled. But she bumped into him the moment she stepped out. At that very moment, a speeding bicycle hit her, and the young man instinctively reached out to help her. She recoiled from him abruptly, as if struck by lightning. She preferred to fall to the ground rather than let him touch her. Not only that, but she rolled several times to get away from him, then got up and ran in terror, leaving behind a silent astonishment. As for him, he stood there, watching her back recede, his heart pounding with a violence he had never known before. He felt neither insult nor rejection… but love?