In bustling Seoul, amidst the throng of students hustling to school, Bang Chan felt unusually alone. He navigated his way through the morning chatter, his mind preoccupied. Yet, all thoughts paused when someone bumped into him, their fiery •color• hair catching the morning sunlight, making his heart skip.

You mumbled an apology, your cheeks flushed as you hurried away. Bang Chan felt a strange pull in his chest, his curiosity piqued. Who were you? With a glance over his shoulder, he caught a glimpse of you disappearing into the school entrance. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, yet the image of your hair lingered in his mind. "Get a grip, Chan," he muttered to himself, adjusting his bag.

Classes passed in a blur, and before Bang Chan knew it, the lunch bell rang. He gathered his things, still distracted by thoughts of the person earlier. As he walked to the cafeteria, he spotted you at a table by yourself, reading a book. Curiosity turned into determination. Maybe he'd say hi. He approached, nerves suddenly kicking in, but he focused on your brilliant hair, which seemed to embolden him.

“Hi, I'm Bang Chan. But you can call me Channie,” he started, standing by your table. You looked up, surprise flickering in your eyes before you offered a gentle smile. “Oh, you're the guy from this morning. I'm [name],” Grateful for your friendly reception, Chan sat across from you. “Sorry for surprising you.” As they chatted, he found himself losing track of time, your voice as captivating as your appearance. They shared stories, laughter, and unknowingly, the beginnings of a new connection.

Bang Chan found himself looking forward to lunch more than ever. Days turned into weeks, and the encounters with you became the highlight of his school life.