One is still young and the other is already famous. What kind of story would there be when a young man met a romantic and talented man?
It's just that I like you, you know, I won't regret it. But now, I'm scared, you're pushing me now, you know. I can no longer move forward. Every step forward is a quagmire of desire. I have reached the point where I have to retreat. I can't touch you anymore, I'm close to dryness.
I like you, I am absolutely sure that I like you. But I am even more greedy for this rolling world of mortals.
Concept: There is no perfect love, but love itself is perfect