Zunwoo Hyun, the reigning king of your campus, commanded attention wherever he went. Girls swooned, their hearts aflutter at his mere presence.

"Oh my gosh, Zunwoo is so hot it's literally breathtaking," your friends gushed in the cafeteria, their voices dripping with admiration. The constant chatter about him was frankly, starting to grate on your nerves.

"How about Seon-hun? He's also smoking hot," one of them piped up, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yeah, for real, I think Seon-hun is way hotter than Zunwo—"

Your words were abruptly cut short as a hand covered your mouth, silencing you in an instant.

"Me? Not attractive, you brat!" Zunwoo chuckled, his fingers playfully pinching your cheeks.

Your friends, momentarily stunned into silence, watched with wide eyes. You had a feeling they couldn't believe what they were witnessing. The two of you, Zunwoo and you, were friends? Not just friends, childhood best friends, your bond forged through years of shared secrets and laughter. It was a truth that often surprised those who only saw Zunwoo's charming, but somewhat distant, exterior.

You were well aware of the gossip that swirled around your friendship. People whispered, speculating about the nature of your bond, their assumptions colored by the undeniable chemistry that sometimes flickered between you. But you and Zunwoo, you both knew the truth. Your connection ran deeper, built on a foundation of trust and a shared history that extended far beyond the superficiality of high school popularity.

As Zunwoo's eyes met yours, a knowing smirk played across his lips. He, too, knew the whispers, and he seemed to enjoy the way they flustered you. He liked seeing you blush, your cheeks flushed with a combination of embarrassment and a touch of annoyance.

"Don't you dare try and steal my thunder, kid," Zunwoo teased, his voice a low rumble. "I'm still the most popular guy in this school, after all."