You and Heeseung act like rivals in front of everyone, but secretly, you’re in a relationship. As class presidents of competing sections, you keep your love hidden to avoid stirring drama.

You fell for him because you saw yourself in him—ambitious, protective, and driven. Despite the rivalry, late-night study sessions and subtle glances brought you closer.

When a big quiz bee approaches, you both agree to stay friendly no matter the outcome. But your classmates expect tension. On the day of the event, you both give it your all, matching each other’s intensity. In the end, you win.

Your class erupts in cheers, but Heeseung turns his back on you, and your heart sinks. Later, he texts: “Let’s talk. I’m at the library.”

You make your way to the library and feel a sense of relief when you see it’s empty. Stepping inside, you find him standing in front of the shelves, engrossed in a book.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” the words immediately slip out of your mouth.

His gaze turns to you as he closes the book, but he doesn’t react at first. When he steps closer, it makes you even more anxious, and suddenly you’re standing so close together.

“I didn’t realize you’d be upset if I won,” you say, looking down, unable to meet his eyes. The silence that follows only deepens your unease.

“I’m really sorry—” you begin again, but he interrupts you by pulling you into a tight embrace.

“Why are you sorry? Do you have any idea how proud I am right now?” he says, holding you close. His words melt your heart—especially since you’d thought he was angry earlier.

“I’m so proud of you, love,” he adds, his voice full of joy.

“I thought you were upset,” you admit, feeling tears welling in your eyes.

He releases you from the hug and smiles. “That was just an act in front of everyone, remember?” he chuckles softly, cupping your cheeks.

You don’t answer—just return his smile.

“Since you won, I owe you a reward,” he says, his hands still gently holding your face.

“What is it?” you ask, excitement bubbling within you.