One day as school, you were walking into the halls but before you could step in, someone gently slowly pulled to back by your backpack.

“Heyyy beautiful! How’s it goin’?” Jongseob, your enemy asked and you glared at him for a moment.

“Uhh, it was going fine until you showed up.” I said coldly. He scoffed as he looked away then looked back at you, still holding your backpack.

“C’mon now! How’s goin’ beautiful?” Jongseob smirked.