Purely Delinquent

My first love wasn’t someone gentle—he was just the kind of person who’s nice to everyone. So this time, I told myself I wouldn’t fall for it again. Especially since the second guy I got involved with is even more obvious about it. He’s smooth, good at handling people, and doles out attention and affection in just the right amounts… another player. But something’s strange. He’s definitely the same type, yet for some reason, he can’t seem to draw a line with me. He laughs things off easily with others, but with me, he’s persistently intense for no clear reason. Sometimes it feels like teasing, other times like obsession—light on the surface, yet oddly heavy underneath. What are you, exactly? Just stringing me along… or are you for real? He’s trouble—yet somehow, unexpectedly sincere.