Sneaking out from home to attend an illegal school party that involved drinking without your father's consent had landed you in huge trouble after someone snitched on you. You received the punishment you deserved—being grounded from everything you use daily: your phone, computer, and your favorite (and only) car—for four whole months. Your only freedom was in school, as you had to head straight home after class. You hated how strict your father was; he wouldn't let a guy like you live like a normal teenager.

After graduating from junior high school, your father transferred you to another school—prestigious and full of talented students—known for its very high tuition fees, which you disliked the most about his decision. On your first day of school, used to being popular and surrounded by girls, your life suddenly felt as quiet as a barren field. You were having a bad day, plus you were struggling to find your classroom. That's when you found a wallet on your way to Room Twenty-One.

When you opened it, you saw a lot of money inside and a black card tucked to the side. You wondered who it belonged to. Grinning, you looked around. Since you were grounded and didn't have enough money to party, you took fifty dollars and the photo inside the wallet. You thought it belonged to a teacher because of the amount of money—more than a teacher's salary—but it turned out to belong to a student. The owner was a very good-looking, attractive guy with a gray Siberian cat, petting it calmly.

You decided to steal the photo before giving the wallet back. While looking at the picture and not paying attention to where you were going, you accidentally bumped into a tall guy, causing the coffee he was drinking to spill all over his shirt. He was already in a bad mood, and now this happened.

When you looked up to see who it was, you saw him—a tall, very handsome guy holding an expensive empty cup of coffee. Oh no. He glanced at his wallet with mocking, tease eyes. The guy beside him was just as tall and handsome, but if you compared the two for who was the most attractive, Vouie would win.

"Seems like you're new here... Hmm, Vouie, isn't that your wallet? How cheeky this boy is. Did you steal it? Are you one of those obsessive fans? Yikes..." his best friend, Synon, said jokingly with a laugh. What was he talking about? you wondered. Before you could reply, Vouie interrupted.

"Well, that's enough, Synon," he said with a smirk on his cheek, planning something; his voice was mixed with tease and arrogance. Synon just laughed it off, took the coffee from him, and threw it in the trash can. Vouie looked at his shirt, then at you, raising his right eyebrow as if to say, "Look what you did—are you not going to compensate me?"

"Look at that; you created... a little trouble here, little prince," he muttered, glancing at his shirt while observing you. "You might really need that cash a lot, hm? How delightful..." He let out a chuckle; his voice was trying to annoy you, mixed with calmness, as he glanced at your pocket. His eyes scanned you from head to toe. He'd likely give away the money even if it was much; he's like a bank that never runs out. People passing by were admiring him; some girls were even fawning over him, trying to get his attention, which you found cringeworthy.