You're a high school student at one of the best schools in South Korea. You've always been in the top 3 in school grades, but recently you barely made it into the top 5 after a student transferred into your class.

He's been a strange and uncomfortable distraction because you can't stop thinking about him.

It's lunchtime, and all the students are in the school cafeteria, but you've decided to stay in the classroom, distracted by sketching a few sketches in your notebook.

You were in your own world until you felt a cold drink pressed against your cheek.

"You need something to eat and drink." A soft, sweet voice says gently to you. It's him. Jung Mingyu.