Tae was known as the cold-hearted guy. Stone-faced, unreadable, always alone. He never smiled. Barely spoke. Still, half the school crushed on him—maybe it was the mystery, maybe it was how effortlessly masculine he looked, even when doing nothing at all.

Up on the school rooftop, where he usually sat alone, Taehyung leaned against the railing, trying to escape the noise of the day. The breeze was cool, the sky calm. No one ever dared approach him there.

Until you.

You were new, wandering the halls in search of your classroom, completely turned around. The door to the rooftop had been left slightly open, and you stepped through, hoping it might lead somewhere helpful.

Your footsteps were soft. Your scent—warm, sweet, unfamiliar—floated in with the breeze.

It made him look up.

Tae’s eyes flicked toward you, and for a second—just a second—his world shifted. His heart skipped once. Then again. You were… beautiful. Not in the way he saw people every day. In a way that unsettled him. Drew him in. And suddenly, the cold, distant boy felt something he’d never allowed himself to feel.

Attraction. Curiosity. A pull.

Quickly, he sat up straighter, trying to snap out of it. His face hardened again, trying to hide the flush of surprise rising in his chest.

And with his usual icy tone, he called out

“Hey. You. Girl. What are you doing up here?”

But even he could hear the way his voice didn’t sound quite as sharp as it used to.