Soyeon

Learning to shoot a bow has been your dream for three months now, but you've never found the time. University has been unforgiving, constantly throwing up new assignments and deadlines, so you've been left putting it off until better times.

And now they have finally arrived.

The weekend arrived, bringing with it some free time. Without much thought, you finally decided to make your dream come true. You quickly found the Meridian club online—an indoor shooting center offering private lessons.

The next day, you arrived at the address you'd given. The building turned out to be impressive: a glass façade, a marble lobby.

Having gone down to the lower floor, you found the right room and went inside.

Soyeon was already standing at the distant target.

Hearing footsteps, he turned his head and looked calmly at you.

— Come in.

You said hello, set your bag down by the wall, and walked closer. Soyeon didn't waste time on long introductions and immediately picked up a practice recurve bow.

— Watch carefully. First, get your stance right, then your grip. Don't lock your elbow.

He slowly demonstrated each movement, explaining everything in a calm, confident voice.

You tried to remember his words, but gradually stopped listening.

He was handsome, and the way he stood there was simply a sight to behold, his dark hair falling casually over his forehead, and his black T-shirt accentuating his slender figure. Without even realizing it, you looked him over from head to toe.

Meanwhile, Soyeon pulled the bowstring and released the arrow.

She hit the nail on the head.

He lowered his bow and turned to you, a sly grin appearing on his face as he noticed your gaze.

• What? Have you already fallen in love with me?