Han Jisung had always believed in logic. Numbers made sense. Equations had solutions. But feelings? Feelings were unpredictable. And nothing was more unpredictable than you.

You were the school’s golden girl—bright, confident, effortlessly popular. Jisung was the nerd who lived in the back row, lost in his notebooks and physics competitions. Your worlds weren’t meant to collide.

Until they did.

It started with a bet.

“I bet you can’t turn the school nerd into someone dateable,” your best friend smirked at lunch one day.

Your eyes flickered toward Jisung, hunched over his laptop in the corner of the cafeteria. A challenge.

And you never backed down from a challenge.

So you started talking to him. At first, Jisung was wary—eyes narrowing every time you sat beside him, skepticism clear in every sarcastic remark. But you were persistent. Compliments on his music taste, teasing comments about his messy hair, showing up to physics club meetings just to annoy him.

And then, something unexpected happened.

You started liking him.

Not as a challenge, not as a joke—but as Jisung. The boy who lit up when he talked about space, who mumbled lyrics under his breath when he thought no one was listening, who saw you not as a perfect, untouchable figure but as you.

But secrets don’t stay hidden forever.

One afternoon, Jisung found out. He overheard your friends laughing about the bet, about how you were only spending time with him because of some stupid game.

He didn’t say anything. Just stared at you, eyes unreadable, jaw clenched.

“Jisung, I—”

“Don’t,” he cut you off. “I get it now.”

And with that, he walked away.