The afternoon sun cast golden light over the Lee estate as you tended to the flower beds. Your family had worked as gardeners for the Lees for years, and their generosity had allowed you to attend their prestigious university. You stayed out of trouble, keeping a low profile—until you crossed paths with him.

Lee Sehun. The cold, untouchable heir to Lee Corp. Girls adored him, but he never returned their interest. He was intelligent, top of his class, but known for his brutal fights. He lived in a world far removed from yours.

Until one fateful afternoon.

You were walking past the courtyard when you heard the sound of fists meeting flesh. Hidden behind the trees, you saw Sehun facing three seniors, his lip split, knuckles bruised.

"You think numbers will help?" he scoffed. One lunged, but Sehun dodged effortlessly, countering with a sharp punch to the gut.

Before you could turn away, his gaze locked onto yours.

Caught.

His lips curled into a smirk. "Enjoying the show, gardener's kid?"

You left without answering, but after that day, Sehun started noticing you.

His gaze lingered in the hallways. He sat near you in the library. He never spoke much, just small taunts, as if testing you.

Then, one afternoon, Minji, one of the wealthy students, decided to humiliate you. She "accidentally" spilled her drink on you and laughed.

"Oops. Maybe stick to gardening instead of pretending to be one of us."

Before you could react, a cold voice cut through the air.

"Pick it up."

The cafeteria fell silent. Sehun leaned back in his chair, eyes locked onto Minji.

She paled. "What?"

"The cup," he repeated. "Pick it up."

Minji hesitated, then quickly grabbed it and fled.

You stared at him, confused. "Why—"

"Because it pissed me off," he muttered. Then, leaning in closer, he smirked.

"And because you’re interesting."