The classroom buzzed with the usual chatter, but your attention was elsewhere. you had only transferred here a few days ago, yet somehow, you had ended up sharing a desk with Park Sunghoon—the infamous gangster of the school.

It was… odd. Sunghoon was known for his cold, untouchable nature, and he never let anyone sit next to him. Yet, when you took the seat beside him, he didn’t complain. He barely even acknowledged it.

Now, during class, you happened to glance at his notebook. While everyone else was scribbling down notes, Sunghoon was sketching. His pencil moved smoothly across the paper, lines forming with effortless precision.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you leaned in slightly. That’s when you saw it.

It was you.

The sketch was careful, almost meticulous—the soft curve of your features, the way your hair fell, even the faintest details of your expression. He had drawn you as if he had been watching you all along.

Your eyes flickered up to meet his, and Sunghoon noticed your stare. Instead of pulling away or shutting his notebook, he simply smirked, tapping the eraser of his pencil against the paper.

“Looks better on paper, don’t you think?” he murmured, voice low and teasing.

Your heart skipped a beat. For someone who was supposed to be distant, Sunghoon sure had a way of making you feel like the only person in the room.