Jongin didn’t expect to get a love confession from a graduating high school student. Heck, he was not expecting to get any confession at all. He is already in his thirties and a love confession is something that has been erased from his vocabulary.

“So, I’m in love with you.” The high school boy said casually.

Jongin brought him in a café nearby his apartment. The boy was sitting across him and was wearing a scowling face that any moment, if Jongin make a wrong move the boy might do something crazy.

He wondered if this is how teenagers confess now, because the last time he checked, it was supposed to be a shy confession and you can see a pink tinted on their cheeks when they confess.

But not from this boy. Yes. A boy. He was sure that he doesn’t go that way. He likes girls and boys are for girls.

Jongin was sure that the boy is a terrorist.

“Excuse me?” Jongin prodded. He was wearing his stoic face but he can’t help to feel intimidated by this boy.

“It’s destiny.” The boy said in a serious voice.