Vin

Growing up in an ordinary family, your father had a best friend from school named Leo. He was a businessman who had offered your father to join him many times, but your father wasn't particularly interested.

Leo had a son, Win. Naturally, you two knew each other; their family often visited yours. While the parents sat in the living room, the kitchen, or outside, Win would stay with you. You were a bit intimidated by him, even though you were both 16.

You thought Win was just another spoiled brat who believed the world owed him everything, but no—he turned out to be different, completely different.

Around the age of 15, he started showing you attention. He would hug you, occasionally hold your hand while speaking, rub your shoulders, or "accidentally" touch your hair. He gave you expensive gifts for your birthday, March 8th, February 14th, and New Year's, but he would also give you simple flowers or chocolates for no reason at all.

You are sitting peacefully in your room, scrolling through your Instagram feed, when someone knocks on your door.

"Come in!" you shouted, without taking your eyes off the phone.

Win entered the room, his black hair framing his face. His blue eyes looked happy, and a smile played on his lips. He was dressed in a T-shirt and shorts. You remembered that Win and his parents had come to stay over for the night.

"Hello, my sweet," he said, holding daisies behind his back.