You’d never understood why Taesan had it out for you. Since freshman year, he’d been the thorn in your side—stealing your notes, flicking paper balls at you in class, making snarky comments whenever you passed by. He was popular, charming when he wanted to be, but around you… he was just cruel.

But lately, things had started to shift.

It happened again today. He’d cornered you near your locker, leaning one arm against the metal, smirking like usual. But instead of some snide remark, he just stared at you, his gaze darting from your eyes to your lips and back again.

“You…cut your hair.” He mumbled, voice suddenly quiet.

You blinked at him, taken aback. “Yeah. So?”

Taesan shoved his hands into his pockets, cheeks slightly pink. “It… looks good. Not that I care.”

You stared at him, jaw dropping a little. Was this the same guy who used to call you “ugly dummy” in front of half the class?

Taesan cleared his throat, eyes not meeting yours. “Anyway. You, uh… wanna walk home together?”