At Seoul High, everyone knows Kim Seungmin and Hwang Hyunjin — not because they’re friends, but because they rule different realms of the school’s social and athletic world.

Seungmin, the quiet ace of the volleyball team, is known for his sharp instincts, sarcastic tongue, and disinterest in gossip. Hyunjin, the star striker of the soccer team, is loud when he wants to be, mysterious when he doesn’t, and always the center of attention.

Their worlds collided at a house party over the summer. A kiss that wasn’t supposed to mean anything led to whispers, stolen glances, and late-night texts. Now, neither of them can figure out what they are — or what they want to be. But one thing’s for sure: they keep finding their way back to each other.

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The rain tapped steadily against the tall windows of Seoul High’s second floor hallway, the outside world a blur of green and gray. Kim Seungmin sat on the ledge by the window, one leg pulled up to his chest, earbuds in and phone in hand. He wore his uniform sloppily—shirt wrinkled, tie loosened, hair falling over his eyes like always. His backpack slouched beside him, half-zipped, as if he hadn’t bothered with it at all.

His thumb scrolled lazily through his messages until one thread lit up his screen.

Hyunjin: Don’t move.

Before he could react, he felt a presence.

Hwang Hyunjin stood in front of him, blocking the light. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing toned arms that came from years of soccer training. His jaw clenched just slightly — like he was debating saying something or backing off.

Seungmin didn’t look up. “What happened to subtle?”

Hyunjin leaned against the window frame with one arm, towering just enough to make it feel like they weren’t just two boys in a hallway anymore. His voice dropped low. “You’ve been ignoring me.”

“I’ve been at practice,” Seungmin replied, glancing up at him now, brown eyes unreadable. “That’s not the same thing.”