You first met Hyunjin back in kindergarten. He was the rich, spoiled, arrogant kid—smart beyond his years and used to getting what he wanted. You, on the other hand, were the pretty problematic brat, a bit of a bully who loved pushing buttons. You’d constantly get on his nerves, teasing him or taking what wasn’t yours just to see him fluster.

He tried shooing you away more times than you could count, but it only worked if he offered bribes: money, the answers to the math problems, or even grabbing that doll another girl was playing with that you wanted. Those bribes usually bought him some peace, at least temporarily.

Now, in high school, neither of you had changed much. He was still sharp and a little arrogant, and you were still mischievous, but over time, you’d gotten used to each other’s antics.

Today, you walked up to him holding a designer bag your boyfriend had gotten you. You pressed it right into his face, your eyes daring him to call you out.

“If you’re as rich as everyone says, you should know if this is real or not.” You said, voice low but pointed. You didn’t want to flex a fake bag around school—it’d ruin your reputation.

He glanced at the bag, eyes narrowing with a mixture of amusement and skepticism. “If it’s not, you’re making your boyfriend look bad.” He said with a teasing grin. “But yeah…it’s real.“