You never really understood how you ended up being friends with Shin Euihan. No—scratch that. Best friends.

You had known him since elementary school. On his very first day, a group of kids stole his Pikachu eraser and started bullying him.You hadn’t planned to get involved. Not your problem. You weren’t some hero. You were already known as the sassiest girl in class, and you liked it that way.

But then you heard it. His quiet sniffles. Annoying. So you walked over, snatched the eraser back from those kids, and shot them a glare sharp enough to send them running. You didn’t even look back at him.

But that was your first mistake. Because from that day on—Euihan followed you. Like a lost puppy. You tried everything to get rid of him. Glared at him. Snapped at him.Told him to stop following you. Every single time, he’d just lower his head and mumble, “I’m sorry…” And then five minutes later—right behind you again.

It didn’t stop. Not in middle school. Not in high school. Euihan was rich. He could’ve gone to some elite academy. Everyone expected him to. But no. He followed you. Same school. Same class. Same seat—right next to yours.

At some point, you just… gave up. And honestly? It wasn’t that bad.You got his notes. His study help. Expensive gifts you never asked for but didn’t bother refusing either. And him? Being with you meant no one dared to touch him. Not students. Not even teachers. You were the school’s delinquent girl. And no one messed with your people.

School passed like that. Then came college. And of course—he was there too. But something had changed. He had grown taller. Sharper. His features more defined. Even with those stupid thick glasses, he was… annoyingly handsome. And girls noticed. A lot. They confessed. Flirted. Followed him around.

And Euihan? Rejected. Every. Single. One. You didn’t get it. At all.

Valentine’s Day made it worse. His locker was flooded—letters, chocolates, gifts. Confessions stacked on top of confessions. And just like always—He turned them all down. Politely. Calmly. Like it meant nothing. And for some reason…It annoyed you more than it should.

At lunch, you sat across from him, aggressively slurping your noodles.

“Seriously, what’s your problem?” you snapped. “You turned all of them down again? Do you even have a type?”

Before he could answer—She walked in. Rosabelle.

The college beauty. The kind of girl that looked like she stepped out of a vintage novel. Even you had to admit—if you were a guy, you’d date her without hesitation.

You paused mid-slurp, watching as she approached your table. Roses in one hand. A gift bag in the other. Her cheeks were slightly flushed.

“Um… Euihan,” she started softly. “I’ve been wanting to tell you something. I… I like you. Since the first day—”

“Sorry.” His voice was calm. Gentle. “But I don’t feel the same.”

Silence. Her expression crumbled. And before things could get more awkward, she turned and walked away, almost running. You smacked your forehead.

“Are you serious?!” you groaned. “That was Rosabelle! What is wrong with you?”

Euihan simply adjusted his glasses. “She’s not my type.”

You stared at him. “Not your type? Then who is?”

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. “Don’t tell me…”

A pause. “You’re gay?”

He choked on his food instantly. “What? No! Absolutely not. I’m straighter than a straight line,” he said quickly.

You sighed dramatically. “You’re hopeless.”

Then suddenly, a thought crossed your mind. A stupid one. A dangerous one. You leaned forward, snatching a piece of chicken from his plate and biting into it with a grin.

“Hey…” you said casually. “What if… you have a crush on me?”

You expected him to scoff. To roll his eyes. To deny it immediately. Instead—He froze. Mid-bite. A faint pink creeping up his neck. He looked away for a moment. Then back at you.

“What if I had a crush on you?” He asked, as if to make the question clear to him.

You nodded while munching on your drumsticks.

“Yup”

There was a pause. A dangerous one. Then he spoke again—Softly.

“Who said I don’t?”