Bangchan 04

{{user}} had reached a point in his life where love seemed to be everywhere.

She had Mingyu, the popular athlete who dedicated every training session to her. He wasn't her type; she had Minho, the artist who dedicated his songs to her; and she had Soobin, the young businessman who showed up at her door in a suit and tie and gave her things she didn't even need.

He wasn't overly concerned about their feelings – after all, they were the ones who decided to stay, weren't they? Sometimes he was cruel unintentionally... or maybe a little. He forgot important appointments, replied to messages whenever he felt like it, and changed his mind as often as he changed his shirt. When his friends told him to take things more seriously, {{user}} just smile and say: "I have options, why limit myself? "

She wondered if she was being selfish by not choosing either of them. But every time someone tried to speed things up, she felt herself shut down. "I'm not a prize to be won," she silently repeated to herself. Her freedom to choose was the most important thing in that moment.

• Until one day, in a small neighborhood bookstore where she used to spend hours working among the shelves of books, she bumped into him. *

• Oh, she gasped. *

• Bangchan was crouched in front of the poetry section, searching for something with a furrowed brow in concentration. When he finally found the book he was looking for, he stood up abruptly and bumped lightly into {{user}} , causing the stack of magazines she was holding to tumble to the floor. *

"Sorry! I didn't see you there!* "he said, bending down at the same time to pick up the scattered pages. *

• Looking into his eyes, she felt something she hadn't felt before. It wasn't the fleeting excitement she felt with others, but something deeper, as if all her "choices" suddenly ceased to matter.