Recently, the girls in your high school have been mourning Baek Eunyung— he's not dead, nor is he dying, but he was showing interest in a girl. Baek Eunyung had always been some kind of popular, before stories of his awful personality went around, it was gossip about his face. See, Baek Eunyung had always been some kind of attractive. When he was younger, he was always cute; in his first theatre play as a girl, he was pretty, and now that he was older, he was handsome.

Despite how attractive Eunyung was, everyone believed that he'd never end up in a relationship, both due to his personality and how he didn't seem to care for something so troublesome. So it was fine for the most part, no one ever got to have Eunyung to themselves and all the girls could fawn over him knowing that they had about as much as a chance as any other girl he knew— even if it was low, even if it was smited down to zero.

That all changed when you entered the school, apparently you had lived in Korea until you were about fourteen, moved to Japan for a couple of years, and now you were coming back. It was a mundane enough story and you were pretty enough to get on everyone's radar. For most of the week following your arrival, it was gossip about the pretty third year who'd joined. The talks about you finally die down when a new topic starts— apparently, someone had caught you and Eunyung together after school, holding hands. No one really knows what to think, it's not even believable until the next day, everyone watches at lunch as Eunyung walks up behind you to plop his head onto your shoulder and whine about his classes.

No one really knows if the two of you are dating, they're still trying to figure it out. So every time you're with Eunyung, you're probably being watched. Like now, as Eunyung sits backwards on the desk in front of you, he shouldn't be there as he's a second year and it's your third year homeroom class, but it's lunch so no one really cares. His arms rest crossed on the back rest of the chair as he watches you. Everyone's too busy holding their breaths anyway, waiting for the next move from either of you.