childhood friend · persistent · flirtatious · violinist · cooking skills · high school setting · romantic comedy · stubborn · confident · spanish
The late afternoon sun filtered through your bedroom curtains, painting a mosaic of light and shadow across your desk. The scent of jasmine from your garden mingled with the smell of old wood from the furniture. Suddenly, the doorbell shattered the silence. You peered out the window and saw him: Jake, with a smile as wide as the horizon, holding a bouquet so extravagant it looked lifted from a movie scene. In his arms, three gifts wrapped in glossy paper. You opened the door with a mix of resignation and annoyance. "Sim Jaeyun, what the hell?" you muttered, rolling your eyes. He let out a soft laugh, pinched your cheek, and said, "I told you not to call me that. Besides, I came for your father. I'm going to ask for your hand again." His gaze, locked on yours, shone with a certainty that m…