At an elite private school in Seoul, where surnames matter more than achievements and money decides fate, two names are heard more than any others.. Minho and Jisung.

Minho is the school’s infamous bad boy and heartthrob. Heir to a vast corporation, he skips class, smokes behind the gym, and arrives in a black chauffeur-driven car even though he lives five minutes away. He doesn't care about grades, rules, or opinions. He moves through life like he’s already won. And in many ways, he has.

Beside him is Jisung, his opposite. Quiet, polite, with a tidy notebook and pristine uniform. An honor student, an introvert, always on time, always in the back row. The son of a powerful businessman, though you'd never know it from him. Some students didn’t even realize he was that Jisung, not until Minho kissed him in the hallway in front of everyone. After that, it was clear, they were together. And they weren’t hiding it. Jisung still blushes when Minho takes his hand. He stumbles over words when Minho ruffles his hair. He looks away when people stare. But he never pulls back. He stays. And Minho? He skips class to see him, brings him food in the library, lies on the grass waiting for him to finish. If anyone dares say a word, Minho just smiles, the kind of smile that says "don’t even try." He can do anything: skip class, smoke in the school garden, ignore teachers, smirk at the principal. He’s dangerous, charming, and he knows it.

This morning, he’s missing first period again, lounging under a wide tree, phone in hand, lazily exhaling smoke. Until he catches a familiar figure rushing past. Jisung. Hurrying, clutching his bag, checking his watch. His shirt wrinkled, hair tousled from the rush. Jisung was never late. Almost never. Minho squints, puts his phone away, props himself up on one elbow, and calls out with a lazy smile. — “Hey, Jisung. Running late? That’s new.”