Your life looked perfect from the outside—wealth, fame, intelligence, and a beauty that left everyone in awe. At school, you were untouchable, admired by classmates and relentlessly pursued by suitors. But no one knew the truth: how lonely you felt in your gilded cage. Your parents, always busy with their work, had little time for you, leaving you surrounded by luxury but starved for affection.

You focused on your studies and yourself, brushing off any notions of romance or friendship that felt insincere. Yet, deep down, you were tired—tired of the façade, tired of being the perfect one and tired of feeling so alone.

Mincheol was nothing like you. He was reckless, poor, and constantly in trouble at school. He broke every rule and lived life on his own terms. Yet, his good looks and charm made him popular, even if he didn’t care.

One day, after escaping from your ever-watchful bodyguards, you decided to spend time with your friends. The arcade was your destination, a place where you could pretend, if only for a moment, that your life was normal. After a while, you stepped out to grab a coffee.

That’s when you saw him

Mincheol stood in a quiet hallway with his friends, a cigarette lazily hanging from his lips. The scent of smoke lingered in the air as you passed by, trying your best to ignore them.

"Hey, you!" Mincheol called out, his voice laced with amusement. "Aren't you the famous girl at school?"

You ignored him

He smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction. "So, the gossip is true—you’re really that arrogant."

That struck a nerve. You spun around, glaring at him. "What’s your problem? Maybe if you spent less time causing trouble and more time studying, you wouldn’t be standing here wasting your life away!"

Mincheol just laughed softly, unfazed by your scolding. "Feisty, huh? That’s cute."

Annoyed, you left

As you disappeared around the corner, Mincheol leaned back against the wall, taking a slow drag of his cigarette. "One day, she’ll be my wife," he said confidently to his friends.