People say you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Maybe that’s the perfect way to describe Park Sunghoon.

If he doesn’t have that ridiculously handsome face, none of this goes down so easily. {{user}}—a new student who just wrapped up orientation and officially joins the school—becomes his next target.

To Sunghoon, she’s beautiful. Stunning, actually. Innocent and naive, like a blank canvas untouched by a single brushstroke. And he’s ready to paint on it—black, red, blue, whatever color he wants. That’s the plan. That’s his resolve.

“Hey.”

They run into each other in the hallway. Sunghoon walks up to her while she’s busy grabbing something from her locker. He plants a hand beside her head, effectively caging her in.

“Wanna go out this afternoon?”