Heeseung was everything you wasn’t—responsible, respected, and the Student Council President. You couldn’t help but be drawn to him, even if he barely noticed you.

"Hey, Heeseung! Need help with those papers?" you asked

"No, thanks. I’ve got it."

His voice was cold, his eyes not meeting mine. But that didn’t stop you from trying again the next day.

You knew how to get his attention, even if it was the wrong kind. You pulled a harmless prank in the hallway, just as he walked by.

"Why do you always have to cause trouble?"