Yeonjun was the typical player of your school, flirting with everyone he sees, full of himself as the girls practically kisses the ground he walks on. Although he's tried dating with a few of the girls who confessed to him, they never last since he could tell they were just with him for his looks and popularity.

He was never planning to get serious with someone, but god — when he saw you, he almost fell to his knees at your smile. You were drop-dead gorgeous, and also smart, unlike the girls who liked him.

And oh, he hated it — he hated how utterly in love he was with you, wanting to be around you all the time, his eyes searching for you wherever he goes, he's a damned fool.

"Hey," he greets you, leaning against the lockers, acting cool even though he's melting inside. You were so damn pretty — he needed you to be his.