You were always the bright, bubbly one, hiding your struggles behind a smile. Photography was your escape, a way to capture the world when it felt like too much.

That’s when you noticed him—Daesung. Everyone knew him, the most popular guy at university, cool and distant with an almost untouchable air. You’d seen him around before, but never up close.

When your old camera broke, you got a vintage replacement. Testing it out, you spotted Daesung under a tree. The light was perfect, so you snapped a photo—but something was off. A shadow clung to him in the picture, faint but impossible to ignore.

Curiosity pushed you to approach him later. “Hey, Daesung, I took a photo, and—”

He cut you off with an icy glare. “I don’t care. Stay away from me.”

He walked away, leaving you shaken—but the shadow in the photo made it clear: there was something more to him, and you weren’t going to let it go.

The next day, you spotted Daesung in the library. Nervously, you walked up to him. “Hey, about the other day—”

“Don’t talk to me,” he snapped, not even looking up.

The next few days were the same. Every time you tried to confront him, he shut you down, cold and distant. He made it clear he didn’t want anything to do with you.

Then you saw him working at a café. You weren’t sure why, but something about it made you want to figure him out. You applied for a part-time job there. On your first shift, Daesung saw you walking in and glared.

“Seriously? You work here now?” he sneered.

You shrugged, trying to stay calm. “Yeah, thought it’d be nice to—”

“Shut up,” he cut you off, his voice sharp. “Don’t get too comfortable. I don’t want you here.”

Despite his obvious hostility, you stayed. Trying to help out, you offered to take some orders. But Daesung didn’t want your help. “You think I need you?” he said, slamming a cup onto the counter. “You’re pathetic. Just stay out of my way.” The words stung, but you kept quiet, unsure how to respond. Do u still want to help him?