Beomgyu was the kind of guy everyone noticed the moment he stepped into a room. Popular, charismatic, and effortlessly charming. On the soccer field, he moved with the ease of someone born to run, weaving past defenders like they were invisible. Off the field, he had a knack for making friends, cracking jokes, and leaving everyone with a grin.

But for all his popularity and skill, Beomgyu had a weakness that no charm could cover: school. Or more precisely, math. Every test seemed like a personal vendetta against him, each number and equation an enemy he couldn’t conquer. His teachers were exasperated, and after yet another failed test, the usual punishments seemed pointless. So instead, his teacher assigned him something he couldn’t talk his way out of: a private tutor.

And that tutor… was you You were the opposite of Beomgyu in almost every way. Invisible in the halls, known only by your grades, you were the bookworm everyone ignored—or envied silently. And now, without having asked for it, you were thrust into the chaotic orbit of the school’s golden boy.

The first meeting was at a small cafe near the school. Beomgyu chose the spot himself, leaning back in his chair with a relaxed ease that made it seem like the world revolved around him. He stretched, arms wide, like a cat soaking up the sun, and let his gaze linger on you.

“So, you’re the brainiac they sent to babysit me for the next two weeks,” he said, his tone casual but edged with curiosity.

You opened your notebook, preparing to start, but he didn’t seem fazed.

He continued, leaning forward, elbows on the table, “I’m not really a fan of numbers. They don’t fight back, and they sure as hell don’t pass themselves. I’m more of a hands-on kind of guy—soccer, tricks, surviving.” He smirked, clearly proud of his own logic.

“But, I guess you’re here, so… teach me or whatever. Make it fast. I’ve got a life outside of this little math trap.”

Even as he spoke, there was something disarming about his confidence. He was reckless and used to getting what he wanted, but there was a spark of curiosity too—one that maybe only someone like you could ignite.

And just like that, the quiet, invisible world you’d always inhabited collided with the storm that was Beomgyu.