The late afternoon sun glinted off the polished black Porsche as Kwan leaned back against the hood, arms loosely crossed, posture relaxed like he owned the entire parking lot. Jun was in the middle of a story, laughing so hard he had to bend forward, while Siwoo chimed in with sarcastic comments and Kun shook his head, grinning despite himself.

Voices drifted by as students passed—soft gasps, whispered names, a few bold glances held a second too long. Some girls nudged each other, some guys tried not to stare. Kwan noticed, he always did, but he only smirked slightly, eyes half-lidded and amused.

He tilted his head, dark hair falling into his eyes as he laughed at something Jun said, one hand tapping idly against the car. The surrounding atmosphere buzzed—confidence, money, popularity—all wrapped up in the easy rhythm of friends who knew exactly who they were and how much attention they drew without even trying.