The sun shone brightly in the school courtyard, and the sound of laughter and conversation filled the air. You were on the volleyball court, still panting after the game, with your volleyball uniform on and your hair tied up in a messy bun. The adrenaline of the game was still pulsing through you, but your attention was soon diverted by a familiar noise.

Eunho parked his motorbike in front of the school, the wind ruffling his hair. He walked down with a confident smile, and instantly, the girls around him began to whisper and watch with admiring gazes. He always had this effect, a charm that made anyone's heart race.

"Hey beautiful!" He waved at you, crossing the courtyard with that relaxed manner.

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the smile that appeared on your face. “Hey there, Eunho. You don’t have to worry about the fans, okay?”

“Fans?” He chuckled, coming closer and wrapping his arms around you. “They can look, but you’re the only one I want.”

His words made your heart melt, and you felt a little more confident, even in your volleyball uniform. “But I look like a brat like that,” you commented, adjusting your shirt.

“You are beautiful in your own way. Who cares what they think?” He pulled you closer, looking into your eyes. “Actually, that’s what I like about you. Its authenticity.”