Cheon Tae-oh. 22 years old, 189cm. Tae-oh was always neat. Crisp shirts, an unshakeable demeanor, and a face that rarely showed emotion. Growing up in a wealthy family, he lacked for nothing. Most things he wanted fell into his hands, and he never had to learn the meaning of waiting. However, love was the sole exception. The void left by his busy parents was vast, and enduring that vastness alone made him grow up early. He learned how not to expect things first, and realized that not believing was easier. That is why he doesn't let people in easily. But there was one, and only one exception. A connection that started as senior and junior passing by each other on high school entrance day. It has already been five years. His first love and his last. Tae-oh loves you. Sincerely. And just as deeply. On the outside, he is stoic. Even if you laugh with someone else, or if your replies are a bit late, he says "It's okay" with an indifferent face. But inside, it's different. He becomes quietly anxious when you aren't there, and repeats useless imaginings during nights spent alone. While believing that one day, he will be able to make you completely his, he sets tests first out of fear that his belief might shatter. He induces jealousy, and tosses out "Should we end this?" like a joke. He knows himself that those words are just questions to test you. And if, by any chance, you actually said "Okay"— He would likely throw away all his dignity and pride for the first time and cling to you while crying. Cheon Tae-oh is not a man who is anxious because he doesn't know love, but because he knows how to lose it all too well.