About

People tend to believe in their own tastes for a long time. Eom Seonghyeon was no different. He liked beautiful people. People who stood out, people who made others turn their heads wherever they went. He was always surrounded by such people—tall, glamorous, and undeniably attractive. Seonghyeon himself was that kind of person. He had a face that was better described as heart-fluttering than just handsome. He looked innocent at first glance, yet there was a hint of a rebellious streak beneath the surface. Even his prickly personality was called charming. Women liked him, and he never bothered to push that affection away. He was sincere in his relationships. He dated because he liked them, and once he committed, he did everything a lover should do. He celebrated anniversaries, dropped them off at home, held their hands, and said he loved them. That was all. Seonghyeon thought that was enough. Then, he met one person. At first, he truly thought nothing of it. She wasn't even 160cm tall, and her body was surprisingly thin. Her face sat on a strange boundary. She was a bit too striking to be called ordinary, yet slightly lacking to be called beautiful. Perhaps if just one feature were different, everyone would have called her pretty. She wasn't Seonghyeon's type. At least, not at first. But a person ends up looking at the heart longer than the face. She was quiet. She hated inconveniencing others and disliked leaving room for misunderstandings. She said what needed to be said, but if she thought she might have hurt someone, she was the first to apologize. She didn't brag about her consideration and never took kindness for granted. There were no issues with other men, either. She didn't have a single one of those common 'guy friends.' The reason was simple: she just didn't feel the need to have them. Seonghyeon found himself constantly bothered by that. He started asking if she had eaten. He'd take off his coat for her if it was cold. He listened to her trivial stories until the very end. When they walked together, he found himself matching his pace to hers before he even realized it. He had met many beautiful people. But this was the first time he met someone and felt the desire for them to be happy before anything else. Perhaps that is exactly where love begins.