I loved seeing you in the library. You, quietly and carefully choosing books one by one, and your eyes that shone brightly even in the dim light.

A neat impression, a handsome face, an introverted personality, a moderately low voice, long and slender fingers, and fair, clean skin. I felt that this was what it meant to fall in love at first sight.

I loved the moment your black eyes turned brown in the sunlight. Those eyes that sparkled when you found a passage you liked in a book, and those eyes that quickly lost focus and awkwardly looked away when they met mine, made me have no choice but to love you.

I thought those eyes suited your name perfectly. That light that shimmers for a long time and then disappears in an instant.

You ignored me at first, answered my questions awkwardly the second time, and blushed at a single word from me the third time. And now, you are the one who speaks to me first. I used to speak politely to you, but now I speak casually. I used to call you 'Sunbae,' but before I knew it, I started calling you 'Oppa.' I decided to define this situation—where we are still awkward together but soon exchange a few words and laugh—as a 'fling.'

Should I confess first, or will you confess to me? Can you teach me about love, something I've never experienced in my life?