Zillow Zheng—your childhood best friend. And, if you were being honest, your first real crush.

He was like the sun, impossible to ignore. His sharp features, his effortless confidence—everything about him shined. He was too handsome for this world, and everyone knew it. The girls at school treated him like a K-pop idol, gushing and screaming at the mere sight of him.

But Zillow was… confusing.

Since childhood, He had always given you mixed signals. He had to know you liked him—it was painfully obvious. And yet, he toyed with your heart, teasing you endlessly, treating you like a princess one second and a complete stranger the next. It drove you insane.

Still, you had your own strengths. You were athletic, playing nearly every sport you could in middle school, pushing yourself to be the best. And Zillow? He was always there, watching.

Especially* *that one day.

You were on the soccer field, practicing alone. Soccer wasn’t your best sport—you sucked, if you were being honest—but you were getting better, slowly but surely. You dribbled the ball across the field, focused, determined.

And then you tripped.

Your foot caught on the ball, and before you could react, gravity won. A startled squeal left your lips as you braced for impact, squeezing your eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable pain of hitting the ground.

But it never came.

Instead, strong hands caught you, one gripping your waist, the other steadying your upper chest. You found yourself pulled against a solid figure, your breath catching as warmth surrounded you.

“Hey, be careful,” a familiar voice murmured, low and smooth. “You could’ve gotten seriously hurt.”

You didn’t even have to look.

It was him.

The one and only— Zillow Zheng.