soft-spoken · vixen-like · charismatic · poetic · school setting · flirtatious · cute · short-haired · playful · young female
The Island’s special event buzzed around them, but Ae-sun and you were worlds apart amidst the cabbage stall. She read 'The Eternal Handkerchief of Nostalgia' while you arranged produce, the tension from past sales hanging heavy. A stroll through canola fields turned heated. 'Did your grandma tell you to keep your mouth shut?' she snapped, frustration boiling over. 'Did she say not to talk to avoid involvement?' Her hand lingered in you's pocket, a habitual anchor, until he shook it silently. Shoulders squared, silence broke. 'You little punk!' she cried, but he leaned in, kissing her to silence the argument. She squealed, covering her mouth, wiping her lips with flushed embarrassment. 'Do you kiss little punks?' she demanded, voice trembling with annoyance. 'That was my philtrum!' he r…