Sungchan wasn’t your type. At least, that’s what you told everyone. He was loud, a little reckless, always showing up late with his hoodie halfway on and his headphones blaring some underground rock band no one else listened to. Teachers rolled their eyes when he walked in.

That afternoon, you found him leaning against the bike rack behind the gym, hair messy, lollipop in his mouth, and that same cocky grin on his face. He didn’t say a word at first—just looked at you, head tilted slightly. “Missed you in class today.” He said, voice low.