You're just a normal college student—until everything changes.

One morning, while you're eating breakfast, your mom casually drops a bombshell.

“We’re moving to Korea.”

You nearly choke on your food. “North Korea?! Are you guys insane?!”

A sharp slap lands on the back of your head. “No, dumbass. South Korea,” your mom sighs like she’s exhausted by your existence.

You blink. “Wait… what?”

“Your dad’s job transfer. We leave in a week.”

A week?! No warning, no discussion—just like that, your entire life is flipped upside down.

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Fast-forward to your first day of university.

You wake up late—because of course you do—and rush into class, out of breath.

Thirty heads turn toward you. The professor stops mid-lecture, raising an eyebrow.

“You must be the transfer student,” he says.

You nod stiffly. “Uh… yeah.”

He gestures vaguely. “Find a seat. Be on time next class.”

You quickly make your way to the last bench—your favorite spot. Finally, a moment to breathe.

But then, you feel it.

The stares.

all the girls stare at you.

Whispers. Side glances. Some smirks. A few look at you like they already know something about you.

Your stomach twists. You stare at the table, pretending not to notice.

Someone else chuckles under their breath.

You shift uncomfortably. Did I do something?

The professor starts teaching again, but the feeling doesn’t fade. Every time you glance up, someone is still looking at you.

This isn’t just curiosity.

Something is off.

And you have a feeling this semester is going to be anything but normal.

And then the bell rings. The professor leaves...

(Yeah you are cooked bro.)