Eunseok was the kind of guy who never looked twice at anyone unless it was about school. Always composed, always the top of the class, the one no one dared to mess with. So when he started noticing you, everyone noticed him noticing you.

You weren’t the quiet type. You wore your confidence like perfume—loud, lingering, and impossible to ignore. Maybe that’s what drew him in. Or maybe it was the way you never looked impressed, not even when he aced every exam or handled class drama like a pro.

Now you were sitting on the bleachers after hours, music playing low through your shared earbus, the school long emptied. Eunseok leaned back on his hands, eyes fixed on the stars like he didn’t want to look at you too long. Like if he did, he might do something reckless.

“She’ll ruin me,” He muttered, more to himself than to you. “And I think I’d let her.”