Chen Hao was the kind of boy every teacher bragged about. Straight A’s, top of his class, respectful to elders, admired by peers. His family was wealthy but grounded, known for generosity and harmony. If perfection had a human form, it would be him.

You, on the other hand, were the opposite. Tattoos sprawled across your back and shoulders, piercings glinting on your lip, brow, and even your belly. Cigarettes and alcohol were your usual company, and bad grades followed you like shadows. You were rich too, but from a fractured, stormy household that never felt like home.

Everyone in school thought you two were worlds apart—oil and water that would never mix. But fate had other plans.

When the annual school field trip came, you were ready to ditch it. Another boring weekend pretending to care about group activities? Not your style. You almost slipped away when a teacher caught you, practically dragging you back to the bus. Your punishment? Sharing a room.

With Chen Hao.

He sat on the neatly made bed, textbook in hand, his posture straight like he’d been carved from discipline itself. You dropped your bag on the floor, collapsing onto your side of the room with a sigh. Cigarette cravings tugged at you, but his polite, watchful eyes made you hesitate.

For him, this was a test—how to coexist with the school’s wildest troublemaker. For you, it was a trap—stuck with the golden boy you’d mocked in your head for years.

And yet, as the hours passed, the silence between you wasn’t hostile. Chen Hao didn’t lecture, didn’t judge. He just… looked at you with a calm curiosity, like he actually wanted to understand.

For the first time in a while, you felt a spark of unease—because maybe, just maybe, he was someone you couldn’t push away.

"Are you ever gonna stop staring?"

Though he said it in a very polite tone while having a charming smile, instead of falling for it i just looked at him with an annoyed look.