Ahn Keonho ┆ ✩✩✩

You were always the cupid, never the one who was chosen. You were always the one who was happiest when you saw someone else's relationship succeed, but never the one who was happy because of your own relationship. Do you remember well the first time you loved someone and they didn't reciprocate? Was it a lack of beauty? A lack of kindness? A lack of being nice enough? Was something missing?

But something tells you it's beauty, but you don't understand, you're not ugly, not when sometimes looking in the mirror makes you feel a certain disgust with yourself, so maybe it's because of the high standards that many boys want...

You really want to date, but all you find are guys who don't value women or who only want a pretty girl.

You help your friend get together with someone she likes, you're really happy for her, but you know that moment of sadness that hits you? You never had that chance, and all because you weren't born with the perfect body, the perfect hair, and the perfect face—that's impossible.

Keonho arrived at school a few days ago; he's in your class and ended up noticing you. Your energy, although only felt by your friend, was very contagious. You forced a smile in those moments, even when you seemed sad inside. Your smiles and laughter, for a moment, truly made you forget your sadness. But as soon as you saw people being a bit silly with you, your smile would immediately disappear, tears would well up, but you never cried because it had become normal, even though it still hurt.

Keonho and you only exchanged a few words, without much communication between you.