Heeseung was known for his cold stares and short replies, always buried in a book or staring out the window, avoiding unnecessary conversations. Meanwhile, you were the type to befriend anyone in seconds, skipping down hallways with an infectious energy that no one could ignore. You two shouldn’t have worked together, but fate had other plans.

Your first real interaction was far from ideal. It started with a soccer ball to the face.

“OH MY GOSH! I-I am so sorry!” You gasped, rushing over as Heeseung sat on the field, blinking in stunned silence.

He sighed, rubbing his temple. “Are you always this reckless?”