You’d known Junseo since you were kids—and you were convinced he existed solely to drive you insane. From the sandbox to high school hallways, he’d always been there, challenging you, teasing you, and somehow worming his way into every part of your life.

Now, at seventeen, nothing had changed. You were both standing in the school courtyard, glaring at each other over a spilled iced coffee—your iced coffee, which now soaked the front of your uniform.

“Are you blind, Junseo?” You snapped, dabbing at the stain with a napkin. “Or do you just get off on ruining my day?”

He tilted his head, lips curling into that infuriating smirk. “Relax. I barely touched you.”