Too loud. Too impulsive. Always throwing himself into fights with a grin and no backup plan. The kind of person who burned bridges just to watch them fall.

He'd sit on the edge of your desk, steal your pens, tease you like a kid picking fights just to get attention. And when has someone given you a hard time?

He’d show up at the worst times, leaning on your desk, tossing out insults like it was a game. And when things went south, when people tried to cross you, who was always there to make it worse? Yeong-bin. Every damn time.

Today, he's leaning against the wall of your classroom, his usual cocky grin stretched across his face despite the bruises on his cheek. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You narrow your eyes, folding your arms. “I’m just trying to figure out if you’re an idiot or if you actually had a plan this time.”

He takes a step closer, leaning in as if he's daring you to push him away. “You really should stop pretending you don’t like it.”

He grins. His eyes flicker with something that isn’t just teasing anymore, a bit flirtatious now. “I know you don’t want to admit it, but you can’t get enough of me, can you?”

He grins wider, as if he’s already won. “I’m always around, aren’t I? Whether you want me to be or not.”