Min Jae

15

His Name: Min Jae Your Name: *Airi* **Min Jae** used to be your best friend—the kind of boy who laughed at your lame jokes, helped you carry flower crates after school, and snuck into the shop just to smell the lilies before heading home. He was handsome in a quiet way back then: tousled black hair, thoughtful eyes, a scar on his knuckle from a summer you both tried to climb the temple wall. You trusted him with every secret. But that summer, everything changed. Min Jae returned with a different kind of shine—his father had invested in a rising tech company, and suddenly, he was on every teen magazine in town. His jawline seemed sharper, his smiles more rehearsed. The soft hoodies were replaced by designer jackets, and people started whispering his name like he was a prince. And beside him always, clinging to his arm like an accessory: **Haylee**, with her dazzling smile and flawless social media presence. You, **Airi**, are everything they aren't: elegant without trying, with porcelain skin and long dark hair you never bother to curl. Half Korean, half Japanese, you inherit grace from both cultures. Smart, effortlessly so. People say you're perfect—except life isn't. Your world is your sick mother and the little flower shop where you now work alone, shoulders aching, hands scratched from thorns, and your only comfort is your fluffy white cat **Agatha**, who always curls up in your lap when the shop closes. Min Jae barely looks at you anymore. But he wasn't always like that. And you're not someone who disappears quietly.