BLINDED BY LOVE

LIKING YOU

After returning home in the evening, Pon hung the two coats in the wardrobe.

Apart from that, his wardrobe was packed with autumn and winter clothes just delivered to his home, including hoodies, sweaters, cashmere coats, wool jackets, each piece soft and expensive.

There were no common luxury brand logos on them.

Because most of Pon's clothes from childhood to adulthood were custom-made from several exclusive overseas stores, perfectly tailored to his body, according to his preferences, and delivered to his residence well before the change of seasons.

Compared to these carefully designed clothes, the two Sailub bought for him, although considered exquisite in fashion, suddenly appeared rough, hanging in the wardrobe like two outliers.

It’s just that Pon’s good proportions and handsome appearance made it hard to notice any significant difference when worn casually.

Sitting on the bed, he stared at these two pieces of clothing, lost in thought.

When he told his brother and sister before that he wanted to work in this restaurant for a while longer, it was because he wanted to see things through to the end.

But he had to admit that most of his reasons were because of Sailub, with a small part being that he didn’t want to leave behind his boss, Jennie Aonn, and others.

If word got out, he’d be beaten up and accused of prioritizing romance over friendship.

But there was no way around it.

Eighteen-year-old boys are like that, scheming and eager to get close to their crush.

Seeing Sailub a few more times each day felt like adding years to his life.

But he hadn’t thought of confessing at that time.

It was too difficult.

He wasn’t like Garfield, a playboy who had been giving candy to girls since kindergarten and could recite love confessions as fluently as multiplication tables.

Although he was often dumped by girls, he would only be sad for three days before inviting a new and beautiful girl he just met to a concert.

Pon had always been a bit pretentious and aloof, although he had a sunny disposition and got along with everyone, when it came to romance, he was picky, able to find faults in anyone, unwilling to squander his first love on some reckless high schooler.

So he had never thought he would experience his first love at eighteen.

He thought his first love should be precious and solemn.

The object he chose should be elegant and radiant like a diamond walking down the street, as handsome as a CEO in a Korean drama, gentle and steady in character, obedient to him yet dignified in public.

It was very juvenile and unrealistic.

Dreamy and naive, he would be laughed at by his sister for a whole year.

But the truth was, liking someone was so easy.

He couldn’t even tell at what moment he had started to like Sailub.

When he came to his senses, his eyes were already following Sailub.

Nothing earth-shattering happened.

Naturally, like the buds of a willow in spring, swaying in the spring rain.

Sailub wasn’t the CEO in a novel who would buy him a building in a minute. He was just a young man working as a barista in a restaurant, quiet and reserved.