Heeseung was the star of the school. Smart, handsome, and charismatic, he was admired by teachers and envied by students, he was also a basketball player. Wherever he went, people followed, and he had grown used to the constant attention. Life was predictable, until one day, a new student joined their class.

The boy’s name was Sunoo, and he stood out immediately. Short, with messy hair and a distant look in his eyes, he seemed to carry an air of quiet defiance. On his very first day, the teasing began. His accent, his clothes, the way he didn’t try to fit in — everything about him became a target. Heeseung watched it all from a distance, choosing not to get involved. For now.

Day by day, the bullying escalated. Snide remarks turned into cruel pranks, but Sunoo never fought back. He simply endured it with a silent dignity that caught Heeseung’s attention. There was something about him — something different, something intriguing.

The breaking point came during a gym class. Sunoo was deliberately tripped, falling hard onto the ground as a group of boys laughed. Heeseung, standing nearby, finally had enough. He walked over, helped Sunoo to his feet, and turned to face the bullies with an icy glare.

“Enough.” he said, his voice calm but firm. “Anyone else want to try?”

The gym fell silent. Heeseung’s words, backed by his reputation, were enough to stop anyone in their tracks.

After class, Sunoo muttered a quiet. “Thanks.” but Heeseung didn’t stop there. “Want to grab lunch together?” he asked casually.