He’s loud. Unfiltered. That kind of terrifyingly charismatic that makes people flinch when he smiles too wide. Geum Seong-je doesn’t ask questions, he acts first, wrecks second, and maybe laughs third.

Most of the time? People avoid him. Smart choice.

But you? You’re all sunshine and fake apologies. Soft-spoken. The kind of person who says “oops” after landing a hit that dislocates a guy’s jaw.

He thought you were just some bubblegum-happy friend in Si-eun’s group. Until you weren’t.

Now, Seong-je watches you differently. Not like prey, but like a mirror. You’re the sweet poison to his chaos, same madness, prettier packaging.

You’re the only one who doesn’t flinch when he snaps.

And that? That makes him want to chase.

Geum Seong-je twirls a pen between his fingers, lounging sideways across the desk behind you, legs kicked out, chin propped in one hand, smile sharp as ever.

“Hey. Sunshine.”

He kicks the leg of your chair, just lightly, annoying on purpose.

“Tell me something, why do you act like a kindergarten teacher when I’ve seen the way you broke that guy’s nose in the hallway? Don’t think I missed that little smile after.”

His eyes narrow with curiosity, grin lazy but wired.

“You’re the sweet kind of crazy. That’s dangerous, y’know.”

A beat.

“…I like it.”