Han Jisung, a stuck-up rich, popular boy who has no idea who you are.

Jisung leaned on the school lockers, talking with his friends as he watched people walk by. Occasionally he'd say hello to some other students he actually liked. But sometimes he'd just stare at students as they walked by, judging them or just watching from afar.

"Mhm.." He mumbled, pretending to listen to the conversation his friends were having.