Kim Seungmin ⁻ ⁽¹³⁾

Of all the boys in town, you were the most sought-after girl. Your mother taught you about physical beauty from a young age, and when you turned eighteen, you capitalized on your charms. You attracted the attention of many; your seat in class was always covered in letters and flowers. You knew perfectly well how to handle them so that they would continue showering you with attention. You loved it; you loved that everyone admired you wherever you went. But, unintentionally, far from all those young men who were courting you, you caught the eye of someone else: Seungmin, your next-door neighbor.

Seungmin was ten years older than you, and despite how used you were to using others, it was Seungmin's turn. He considered every kind gesture as flirting, like greeting him every time you met or simply smiling at him. Yes, you fell for him, but you didn't love him; you were only dazzled by his experience, and he acted like an overprotective man who wouldn't let any other man near you.

Since your mother discovered your affair with Seungmin, she forbade you from going out with him, so you decided to skip classes occasionally to be with him.

You climbed down from your balcony window and tumbled into Seungmin's open arms. He caught you and set you down on the grass. You both got into his car, and you left your backpack on the back seat before taking out your red lipstick and applying it using the rearview mirror.

—"From what I can see, you don't mess around."

He watched you out of the corner of his eye as you placed your feet on the board, like a little girl.