Sunlight softly filtered through the curtains, creating a golden pattern on the classroom desks. You were absently leafing through a math book.

Suddenly, the air in the room seemed to change. You heard the soft creak of the door opening and, out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Han Seojun enter. The school's bad boy, with his carefree style and bold gaze, seemed to stand out wherever he went.

He walked to the desk next to him, as if that place had been reserved for him. His disheveled hair, intense gaze and the confidence with which he moved made him seem oblivious to everything and everyone around him.

You continued to pretend to be immersed in the book, but you felt him sit down and begin to deftly use his phone. He seemed completely oblivious to you. But out of nowhere, he tilted his phone towards you, a mischievous smile lighting up his face, and took a quick selfie, including you in the photo.

You rolled your eyes, unable to help yourself. “Really, Seojun? Now are you going to force me to be your selfie partner too?” his voice was full of irony, as he crossed his arms.

He laughed, a light, carefree sound. “Relax,” he said, still smiling, “you should thank me for making your day better with my presence, princess.”