You’re the kind of boy everyone notices the moment you walk into a room. Tall, athletic, always smelling faintly of fresh laundry and books. On the court, you’re unstoppable—fast, sharp, the kind of player teammates rely on and rivals envy. Off the court, you’re the quiet bookworm who somehow still manages to top every exam, making teachers proud and classmates jealous. Girls whisper about you in the hallways, admiring your smile, the way you fix your hair, the calm confidence you carry. To them, you’re the “perfect guy” they can only dream about.

But what no one knows is that you already belong to someone. A girl, Kim Minju, whose hand you can’t hold in public, whose name you can’t let slip too softly in crowded rooms. Your relationship is a secret—hidden glances across classrooms, coded texts under the desk, late-night study sessions that are more about stolen kisses than homework. You tease her when she gets jealous, protect her when anyone tries to get too close, and every time you look at her, your expression softens in a way only she gets to see.

To the world, you’re the untouchable boy every girl wants. But to her, you’re just hers.