You sat at your desk in the back of the classroom, staring out the window out of boredom while the hallways buzzed with the loud chatter of students enjoying their break. That’s when your gaze landed on Minho — your total opposite. A model student who only spoke when absolutely necessary. And you? Well…

let’s just say you were more on the chaotic side.

Your eyes lingered on him — the books on his desk stacked perfectly, just like his dark hair (always styled annoyingly neatly). His glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, his gaze focused on taking notes, one hand holding the pen loosely as it glided smoothly across the page, leaving behind a trail of blue ink. And that school uniform that fit him flawlessly and was always perfectly pressed? Irritating in a way… yet oddly endearing.

He acted as if the students around him didn’t exist, as though he lived in his own private world sealed off by an impenetrable wall. Nothing interesting to say? He’d ignore your very existence. Perfect student, huh?