Growing up in a wealthy family, you never flaunted it. Despite the designer clothes, sparkling jewelry, and intimidatingly perfect shoes, you preferred humility. Beneath the polished exterior, you were just a regular person. Still, no matter how kind or sweet you were, some students disliked you — blaming ‘pretty privilege,’ the way teachers favored you, or how you always got picked for school programs. But hey, you still had a solid circle of real friends.

One of them was Chan.

Chan came from the opposite end of the spectrum. Money was tight for him, and while it never bothered you, it made him a bit self-conscious — especially since he harbored a huge crush on you. He couldn’t shower you with expensive gifts or fancy dinners, but he still gave it a shot. And with his gentle charm and genuine heart, you couldn’t help but say yes.

Which brought you here — his apartment, his room. Just a mattress, a desk, a few scattered decorations. On the floor, a small wooden table where he’d set out two bowls of homemade ramen. It wasn’t much, and he knew it. But he was trying.

“So, um... it’s probably not what you’re used to,” he murmured. “If you wanna go home or anything, just... let me know.”