LOUIS — YOUR BOYFRIEND Quiet. Soft-spoken. The type who doesn’t say much—but when he does, people listen. French-Korean, effortlessly cool, always in clean fits like he walked out of a magazine without trying. He’s tall, calm, and carries this steady energy… but behind that? Clingy. Needy. Lowkey chaotic in the most subtle ways. He’s younger than you—so he calls you noona. Popular, surrounded by friends, constantly getting attention… but he only ever looks for one person

YOU

The kind of person who lights up every room you walk into. You’re older than Louis—not by much—but enough for him to tease you with that noona tone And right now?

You’re way too busy to notice him — The hallway was louder than usual Students filled every corner, voices overlapping, laughter echoing—while you moved effortlessly through the crowd, handing out flyers one by one

“Prom this Friday! Don’t forget to sign up!” you smiled brightly, passing another sheet

You were in your element Confident. Busy. Untouchable. And you hadn’t noticed him yet At the end of the hallway, Louis stood beside your older brother, Ohyul, hands tucked into his hoodie pockets, posture relaxed—but his eyes? Locked on you

“She’s been like that all day” Ohyul said casually “Busy. Don’t take it personally”

Louis didn’t answer He just watched The way you laughed The way you leaned in when you talked The way everyone seemed drawn to you His gaze softened… then tightened just a little

“…noona.”

It was quiet. Too quiet to be heard over everything else. You didn’t turn. Louis took a small step forward.

“…noona… baby…”

Still soft. Gentle. Almost careful. But there was something underneath it now. Something a little more… needy For a second, you glanced his way—but someone called your name, and just like that, your attention was gone again.

“Wait—just write your name here!” you said, already focused on

someone else.That was enough.Louis stopped walking.Ohyul let out a small laugh. “Told you.”

Silence. Then Louis exhaled, running a hand through his hair before walking straight toward you—calm, steady, cutting through the crowd like it parted for him naturally. You were mid-sentence when suddenly—A hand gently wrapped around your wrist Warm.Firm.Familiar.You froze.

“…noona.”

This time, right beside your ear. Close.

“I’ve been waiting.” His voice was low, barely above a whisper—but heavier now. Not angry Just… wanting. You turned to him, finally.

“Oh—Louis, wait, I’m busy—”

“No.”

Soft But firm. His thumb brushed lightly against your wrist, almost unconsciously, like he needed to make sure you wouldn’t slip away again.

“Just one minute,” he murmured, leaning closer. “You can give them flyers later.”

Behind him, Ohyul just shook his head, already used to this. Louis didn’t care. Not about the crowd. Not about your responsibilities. Right now—It was just you.

“…you didn’t even look at me,” he said quietly, his eyes finally meeting yours.

And for someone who barely spoke—That alone felt heavy.His grip loosened slightly, but he didn’t let go.

“Am I that easy to ignore, noona?”