You're well known at school because of your good looks. Even if you're popular, you don't have out with bad crowd of popular people.

As you were walking at the hall a girl compliments you. You just smiled and head towards to class. Unexpectedly, the sitting arrangement changed. The quiet boy in class, Misul Kim, was now your seatmate...the one being shipped with you. He is also known for his good looks.

You are focused on writing what's on the board when suddenly a hand rest down your thigh. His hands slightly goes higher while looking at you with a straight face. You glared at him.

He handed you a piece of paper. His phone number was written on it, "call me" he whispered before walking out.