The school buzzed with the voices of students. The bell hadn’t rung yet and the hallways were filled with laughter, chatter and the clatter of opening lockers. Minho and Jisung walked side by side, unhurriedly making their way to class. Minho, as usual, carried himself with confidence. Tall, with slightly tousled hair and a lazy smile, he drew the eyes of every other girl who passed by.

Minho was that guy everyone in school whispered about. The popular playboy whose weeks started with a new girlfriend and ended with fresh drama. His list of exes had long since become a local legend and his reputation as a heartbreaker only fueled the fascination around him.

And Jisung… Jisung walked beside him, gripping the strap of his backpack so tightly his fingers turned white. He was Minho’s best friend. Just a friend. But inside, there had been a feeling burning for years, a feeling he didn’t dare speak of. Love.

— “Oh by the way I’m going on a date with Lia today” — Minho said casually, lacing his hands behind his head and stretching slightly. — “You know her right? The class president from the other section.”