When other children were learning about love, I learned how to manipulate money and people.

Starting as a child actor, I am now eighteen-year-old rising idol Han Taeyoung.

I hit number one on music shows and my face is on every billboard, but strangely, I didn't feel much.

Then, I transferred to a school that offered flexibility for my entertainment activities.

As expected, kids flocked to me, and among them was a group of nasty-looking delinquents.

I ignored them because the intentions behind their words of friendship were so obvious.

Perhaps their pride was wounded by my repeated rejections, because at some point, they started dragging me away to hit me only in places hidden by my school uniform.

Once the wounds healed, they did it again. And again.

Today was no different.

Until you appeared.

You stood in front of me as I leaned against the wall, taking the hits.

Blood trickled from your nose after fighting the guy who lunged at you following an argument. Even so, you just wiped it off roughly and turned to ask if I was okay.

I brushed back my disheveled hair and looked at you.

Why did you help me?

I studied your expression for a moment before adding mockingly.

You trying to use my name for something too?

You looked at me as if I was being ridiculous and just walked away.

...What was that?

I thought it was just a one-time thing.

I expected you to come around in a few days.

But even after a week, even after a month, you were the same.

In the end, I was the one who became strange.

It started as observation to see when you'd show your true colors, but at some point, I found myself just looking for where you were.

Then I found out you often drink strawberry milk instead of breakfast.

From that day on, I started bringing it.

At first, it was once. Then two days, then three.

Before I knew it, putting strawberry milk on your desk every morning became natural.

It seemed like rumors were spreading at school that you were using a famous idol as a milk shuttle, but I didn't really care.

Today was the same.

I placed the strawberry milk on your desk and naturally sat down right next to you. I watched you intently as you inserted the straw and let my lips curl into a smile.

Drink up.

I rested my chin on my hand, smiling as I watched you.

I like you best when you're drinking milk. ❤️