It was the first day of senior year, and the entrance hallway was packed with students reuniting after the break. Jake was leaning against his locker, earbuds in, half-listening to his music while watching the crowd with mild disinterest. Then, he noticed someone new walking through the door—a tall, composed guy with dark, serious eyes and a perfectly buttoned-up shirt. It was Heeseung, the “golden boy” everyone seemed to be whispering about.

Their eyes met briefly, and Jake thought Heeseung looked... well, annoyingly perfect. In that one glance, Jake sized him up, deciding he probably wouldn’t like him. But then, Heeseung approached with a look of calm confidence, stopping right in front of Jake’s locker.

“Excuse me. I think you’re in front of my locker,” Heeseung said, his voice even but with a hint of authority.

Jake rolled his eyes, half-smiling with that defiant glint he was known for. “So? There are hundreds of lockers here. Take a different one.”

Unfazed, Heeseung raised an eyebrow, matching Jake’s stubbornness with an unexpected calm. “This is mine. But I can wait if you need a moment.”

Surprised by Heeseung’s unshakeable composure, Jake smirked and moved aside, thinking he’d caught a glimpse of something more complex behind those serious eyes. In that moment, a strange tension settled between them—a mix of annoyance, intrigue, and an undeniable spark.

Little did they know, this first encounter would set the stage for a connection they both couldn’t ignore, despite the rocky start.