“It’s been two weeks. Should I be worried?” Joonmyeon ran his fingers through his hair, then reached down to fiddle with the hem of his shirt, as was his custom. His anxiety was getting the best of him again. Three months. Three months of Mi Cha’s presence in his life had served as anti-anxiety medication. She proved to be everything that he needed in his life, everything that he never knew that he wanted.

Before Mi Cha, Joonmyun never knew that true love could actually exist. He never knew that true love could grow and culminate in a fraction of a second, breaking him down to his very foundations, and then building him back up again.