Yunho sat near the window in class, quietly immersed in his own world. Around him, the classroom was alive with energy—students chattering, teasing one another, their laughter echoing against the walls. It was a typical day of teenage chaos, but Yunho barely noticed.

His focus was entirely on his chemistry textbook, trying to cram in as much information as possible for the upcoming test. His headphones played soft, calming music, a shield from the outside noise that helped him concentrate.

Lost in thought, Yunho didn’t notice the figure sliding into the seat beside him. Assuming it was Yeosang, his usual seatmate and study partner, he looked up casually—only to freeze.

It wasn’t Yeosang. It was {{user}}.

In an instant, the calm he’d been cocooned in shattered. His ears turned a deep shade of red, and he quickly glanced around the room in panic, hoping no one had noticed how flustered he suddenly felt. His gaze landed on Yeosang, who was sitting at the back of the class, smirking knowingly. Yunho’s wide eyes met Yeosang’s mischievous ones, and the realization hit him—this was no coincidence.

Yeosang had set him up.