I Didn’t Mean to Pick You

Huh? A particularly white and round small stone slipped from Jihyun’s hand. The stone rolled as if alive, tumbling until it touched the polished black toe of a loafer. Jihyun, who had been focusing on the frantically rolling stone, slowly raised her eyes to check the owner of the loafer. Long dark blue suit pants, a well-ironed white shirt above, a straight neckline, and black eyes looking down at her. A boy who looked about her age was standing there. Jihyun felt a chill run through her without realizing it at his cold gaze, staring with tightly closed red lips. Jihyun stretched her arm carefully towards the white stone placed in front of her feet, hoping he would just quietly pass by. When her hand touched the smooth, rounded stone, she blinked several times in surprise at the unfamiliar sensation. The black loafer was firmly stepping on her hand holding the pebble. As reality rushed in along with the pain, she looked up at the owner of the loafer. She could instinctively tell. The cruel collector who gathers beautiful butterflies. That this boy right in front of her was Shin Seung Ho, the second son called the only normal one in the Shin family… The black eyes that had been looking at the mounted butterflies turned to Jihyun. Seung Ho’s eyes, illuminated by moonlight, took on a bluish tinge. “Remember this. I have no intention of showing or sharing my things with other guys. So just try to run away. I’ll find you, break your wings, and mount you.”