The Depth of Ocean

Falling for Him

Our relationship was going well, and soon the day I had been waiting for arrived—my birthday. I planned to make my first meeting with Yuhan special, so I decided that my birthday would be the perfect occasion for it. I also wanted to see how Yuhan would make my birthday special and discover what I truly meant to him. I had a hunch that he was as excited as I was.

On the morning of my birthday, I was preparing for a small gathering with my friends. After that, I planned to meet Yuhan for our date. From morning until afternoon, I celebrated with my friends—they surprised me with cake and gifts, and we had a great time together. However, during the festivities, Yuhan called, asking when I was coming to meet him. I was confused. "What do you mean? We agreed you'd pick me up," I replied. But he insisted that it wasn't too far for me to come on my own. His refusal to pick me up felt ridiculous, and I ended the call with an excuse.

I continued to enjoy my time with my friends, cutting the cake and making the most of the day, but deep down, I missed Yuhan. I was so excited to meet him on my birthday, but I started thinking that maybe fate didn't want it to happen.

In the evening, feeling a bit down, my phone buzzed. It was Yuhan. He apologized for not coming to pick me up, and I forgave him. Despite my earlier frustrations, I still wanted to meet him. But I couldn't shake the thought: how could someone who supposedly cares for me ask me to come alone?

For the first time in my life, I ventured out alone to meet someone. But I was too nervous to go by myself, so I asked a friend to drop me off. I didn't tell them I was going on a date; instead, I made up a story to hide the truth.

The next morning, my nerves hit me hard. My heart was racing, and my stomach churned with excitement. I hurried to get ready, but my mind was a whirlwind. Yuhan kept calling, asking if I'd arrived, but I couldn't answer with my friend around. Once we reached the location, I hurriedly sent my friend off so I could call Yuhan back. He had been waiting for 30 minutes.

I told him I was across the road, but he couldn't spot me. So, I video-called him, and there he was—wearing a mask and looking as handsome as ever. I showed him where I was, and he told me to stay on the call as he walked toward me. The road was crowded, and I started feeling anxious. Suddenly, I spotted him—a man in a light blue shirt, white pants, and messy hair. My heart raced as he approached me. Even in the crowd, all I could hear was my own heartbeat.

Before I could fully register what was happening, a strong hand grabbed mine, and Yuhan said, "Found you, baby. Let's go." I was too stunned to say anything. Everything around me blurred except for him. He led me across the road, and once we were on the other side, he asked where I wanted to go. Nervously, I said I didn't know the area well and asked for a quiet place since I dislike crowds.

We headed to a nearby restaurant, but I barely spoke on the way. On the phone, I had been comfortable talking to him, but seeing him in person made me feel something I couldn't explain. When he grabbed my hand, it felt like my heart was about to explode. He didn't ask me if I was okay like I expected, but strangely, I didn't mind.

Once we reached the restaurant, Yuhan asked if I had eaten breakfast. I smiled slightly and told him I had. He then ordered two milkshakes. The waiter took our order and left, and I noticed the place was empty since it was still early. As I looked at Yuhan, he took off his mask, and I couldn't help but stare at his beautiful eyes and lips. He smiled, and I quickly looked away, my heart pounding.

"Don't you like me?" he asked. I didn't respond, lost in my own thoughts. "Siren, what's wrong?" he asked again. I told him nothing, not wanting him to know how nervous I really felt.

When our milkshakes arrived, I slowly took off my mask—it was the first time Yuhan had seen my full face in person. As I sipped my drink, I noticed him staring at me, and his intense gaze made me blush. He asked if I was feeling uncomfortable, and before I could answer, he suddenly placed his hand on my waist, pulling me closer to him. My heart felt like it might burst. Then he whispered, "Feeling good, baby?" His words sent shivers down my spine. I froze, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

Before I could fully process what was happening, Yuhan leaned in and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. I was in complete shock. I quickly moved away, trying to collect my thoughts.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice shaky. "I just wanted you to feel comfortable," he replied. "But this isn't the way," I said. "Aren't we boyfriend and girlfriend?" he asked. "Yes, but I'm not comfortable with this," I replied.

I was relieved when other people entered the restaurant, making it less likely that Yuhan would try anything more. We finished our drinks, made small talk, and then I paid the bill. As we left, I felt sad that our time together was ending. I wanted more time with him.

When we were about to part, Yuhan told me to take care of myself and promised we'd meet again soon. I was on the verge of tears as he reassured me, "Don't cry, my princess. We'll see each other soon." I watched him walk away until he disappeared from view.

On my way home, I felt an overwhelming sadness. I had wanted more time with him, but I couldn't say it out loud. That day had been a rollercoaster of emotions, and that night, I couldn't sleep peacefully.

A week passed, and I still couldn't shake the feeling I had when we met. When he was close to me, I felt something new—something I wasn't sure how to handle. His touch made my head spin, and it took me two weeks to process everything. Though it wasn't all bad, it hadn't been with my full consent.

Eventually, I realized that I thought about him every single day. His actions and words had affected me more than I expected. I knew this wasn't good for me, but by the time I realized it, it was too late—I had fallen for him