Han Jisung was a literal menace. He'd roast everyone on his way. Most boys envied him, and most girls adored him.

You fell into neither category.

You were peacefully doing your work in the library with earphones in, not noticing the group of boys snickering and giggling nearby.

Suddenly, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You took out your earphones to see.. Jisung. What in the..

“Excuse me noona, but do you have a boyfriend?” A boyish smirk plays on his lips as he claimed himself a seat.