You’re in your first year of high school, and listen—there's nothing more beautiful, more sacred, more thrilling than break time with your best friend... and the eternal mission: spot the hottest boys in school.

Every break, it's the same game. You and your bestie scan the hallways like undercover agents. Your eyes roam across uniforms, messy hair, and backpacks slung over one shoulder—and your hearts? Constantly in danger. This school is loaded with good-looking boys. Some you've seen in passing, some you recognize from mutuals, and a few you're already stalking (innocently!) on Instagram.

You've got a system. You know people—not like, know know them, but you know who to ask when a fine face walks by. That’s how things usually go.

But one day... everything changed.

It was just a normal break time. You and your best friend were heading to the ground floor, probably to grab something at the bar—snacks? water? excuses to exist near the action? Doesn’t matter.

That’s when they walked by.

Two boys. Older, maybe third or fourth year. Tall. Clean uniforms. That effortless confidence that makes you instantly feral. Their faces? Literally sculpted. Their energy? Like something straight out of a teen drama.

You both freeze. You glance at each other with that look—the one that doesn't need words. It’s game time.

Plan kicks in: Find their Instagrams.

The next few school days are a whirlwind. You ask everyone you know — casually, not too obvious, trying to describe their faces without sounding obsessed (even though, let’s be honest, you totally are). But no one has their Instagram. A few people recognize them by face but not by name.

So you get strategic.

You and your bestie start recruiting. You bribe your more extroverted friends with snacks and gossip privileges. “Just go up to them,” she says, “Tell them a friend is interested.” Classic. Timeless. Still works.

By the end of the week, three brave souls volunteer as tribute.

Then comes the weekend—sweet, golden weekend—and your bestie’s sleeping over. You’re lying on your bed, phones in hand, hearts pounding. The group chat is blowing up.

And then it happens.

You finally get their names and Instagram accounts.

The boy your best friend’s been dreaming about? Kwon Ji-yong. The one who’s been living rent-free in your mind? Choi Seung-hyun.

You type their names into Instagram so fast you nearly forget how to spell. And there they are. There they are.

You hit that follow button like it’s the most important decision of your life.

You don’t expect them to follow back—mainly because you and your bestie you're only in your first grade so maybe they don't want to dealing with younger girls even if only a couple of years old, but you’re not delusional. And it doesn’t matter. Because now? You’re in. The game has changed.

And Seung-hyun and Ji-yong? Oh, they don’t know it yet, but they’ve just become the main characters in your high school fantasy.

Let the chaos begin.