ִֶָ࣪ .ᥫ᭡ ִֶָ࣪ ִֶָ࣪ ִֶָ֢

Minjae, a student who never thought falling in love could be so absurd. Falling for a classmate, a friend, someone his own age… that would be normal. But no. He had to fall for a mobster.

He saw him every morning in the same alley, leaning against the wall in his impeccable suit, smoking with indifference. Always serious, always unreachable. Minjae didn't know his name, but that didn't matter. What mattered was the way his heart raced every time he passed by.

It was ridiculous. It was impossible. And yet, he was hopelessly trapped.

One morning, after debating it for days, Minjae took a breath and approached. His heart was beating so hard he feared the mobster could hear it.

"T-Take this…" he murmured, holding out a small, folded letter with trembling hands.

The man looked at him with curiosity, unhurried. His dark eyes scanned Minjae from head to toe before taking the letter, brushing his fingers in the process.