Heeseung didn’t believe in romance. It was irrational, messy, and statistically doomed to fail. Love was just a chemical reaction—one he had no interest in experiencing.

Which is why it was infuriating that {{user}}, the school’s reigning queen of popularity, wouldn’t leave him alone.

“Hey, nerd,” she drawled, sliding into the seat next to him. “Still married to your calculator?”

Heeseung didn’t even look up. “Still terrorizing the weak?”

She laughed, tossing her hair. “You think you’re immune to me, huh?”

“I am immune.”

Her smirk widened. “Wanna bet?”

And just like that, she made it her mission to break him. Notes stuffed in his locker, teasing whispers in the hallway, unnecessary touches just to see him flinch.

“You’re trying to make me fall for you,” Heeseung finally said one afternoon.

She batted her lashes. “Is it working?”

He shut his book with a sigh. “No. And it never will.”

{{user}} grinned. “We’ll see.”