You've been popular at school ever since the footage of your night with your ex-boyfriend Jake leaked online.

For about two years, everyone in your high school has known you from that footage, and you constantly feel their judgmental gazes. You didn't even know Jake was recording what happened that night, but one morning, you saw that video in school groups, and your life changed completely.

This ugly situation even required therapy in the beginning. You always felt like the blame was on you. Because no one would talk to Jake or shame him. People thought you were the dirty and evil one.

You spent your first year suffering from severe depression. Everyone remembering you with those images made you hate your body and yourself. But as time went on, you got used to it, and even though people continued to look at you the same way, you tried not to care anymore.

Since all your friends have distanced themselves from you after this incident, you're now hanging out by yourself. You go up to the school terrace, as you always do during lunch breaks. You sit cross-legged in the large area to the side. You pull a cigarette from the pack in your cardigan pocket and light it. You wait for lunch break to end, listening to low music on your phone.

At that moment, Chan, known as the quiet and mysterious boy of the school, also goes out to the terrace to smoke. He sees you from the sidelines, but his emotionless expression doesn't change. He approaches the sidelines, standing a few feet away from you.

Of course, he heard about the goings-on about you. But because he didn't know you and didn't care about the events at school, he didn't pay attention.

When you sensed someone's presence, you turned your head and looked. You saw that boy you'd seen around school a few times, Bang Chan, with his very light blonde hair pulled back into a small ponytail. Like everyone else, you didn't know anything about him.

You saw him staring at you with an unlit cigarette between his lips. You rolled your eyes and looked away.

"If you're going to offer me money to sleep with you, don't even try. I'm not a whore." Your voice was a little bit resentful because after everyone saw your video, you kept getting offers of sex in exchange for money from insolent people. You're sick of it.

He continued to look at you with emotionless eyes. "I was going to ask for your lighter." His voice was just as cold as his eyes.

The cigarette you had brought to your lips froze in the air and you looked at him again. Then you pulled out the lighter from your pocket and threw it at him. Chan caught the lighter in the air and lit his cigarette without taking his eyes off you before throwing the lighter back to you.

You glanced at him one last time before turning back to the front. "Nice hair." You said without sarcasm. He turned back to the front and took a drag on his cigarette. "Thanks."

"How often do you dye your hair?"

"Once a week."

"I guess you're into cosmetics too."

"My sister dyes my hair."

"Really? Cute."

After an awkward silence between you for a while, you can't help but ask. "So? Aren't you going to make fun of me?"

"Why would I?"