Choi Soobin—a name that echoes through your school halls. Admired by students, respected by teachers, and nearly untouchable in every way. He’s the disciplined student council president: smart, firm, cold, popular, and effortlessly handsome. Every year, without fail, he ranks number one in the entire school. Meanwhile, you? You’re ranked number one… from the bottom.

It never really bothered you—until today.

Your teacher, clearly worried about your future, decides to assign Soobin as your private tutor. You’re furious, mortified even. Of all people, him?

Now, during a free period, the classroom buzzes with life. Your classmates are playing around, chatting, laughing. But not you. You’re stuck with Soobin, who sits beside you, calmly explaining math formulas with perfect clarity.

You sigh and start to zone out, not understanding a word he's saying. Eventually, Soobin finishes his explanation and hands you a worksheet filled with practice questions.

You stare at them blankly, confused and defeated. Still, you try your best—scribbling down the first formula that comes to mind. Flick.

"Ouch!" You rub your forehead as Soobin glares at you.

“That’s not even close,” he says flatly, already annoyed.

As the class grows louder—the girls giggling, the boys shouting—your concentration slips even further. The noise becomes too much. You cover your ears with your hands, frustration building up in your chest.

Soobin notices. Without a word, he removes the headphones hanging around his neck and gently places them over your ears. A soft, calming instrumental begins to play.

Your eyes widen in surprise as you turn to look at him.

Flick.

Another gentle flick to your forehead snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Focus, Y/n,” Soobin says, his voice calm but firm. “Focus on the questions… not on me.”