- Short Story - How does first love feel? Like a breath of spring, perhaps? Han dongmin always wanted to perceive it. But the sky always knows how to drench the dreams like paper planes, will anyone ever hold his hand on the street and get drenched with him? Meeting Kim Woonhak for the first time like that wasn't something written in Dongmin's diary. Neither did Woonhak think it meant something special. A sunbeam like him always afraid of the rain, never daring to get close enough to understand the clouds. Yet he had never seen such flowers bloom after a storm. Maybe first meetings carry something, perhaps a promise, a thread of fate, or just a few words to ruin the first page of your diary.