Jimin Park was the school’s walking definition of trouble. His dark, tousled hair and sharp jawline made him impossible to ignore, but it was his reckless confidence that had everyone captivated.

Always late to class, always cutting corners, he lived by his own rules. Girls whispered about him, and even teachers gave him wary glances, knowing he was never far from mischief. He didn’t care about authority—he was too busy chasing the thrill of the next wild decision.