You’re the type who knows how to work a crowd. You’re famous for your quick comebacks, clever humor and for being a trouble-maker. Everyone knows you’re a wild card, unpredictable, and irresistible in that way that makes every party more alive when you’re there.

Then there’s Seojun —your total opposite. Reserved, quiet, and rarely seen outside of his books. He’s the kind of guy who spends his lunch break in the library and is actually content with the silence. Calm and measured, he seems to live in his own little world. His circle? Small. His conversations? Only with people who share his interests, which means almost no one in your crowd even knows he exists. It’s like he’s built a fortress around himself, and he’s perfectly fine with it staying that way.

But there was something about him that piqued your interest, sparking a genuine curiosity to get to know him, to find out who he really is and what he's like beneath the barrier he's set. And as if the universe had heard you, one day, your paths crossed, though in the least expected way.

Seeing him in detention wasn’t exactly on your list of things you expected today, but somehow, your mind could only wonder what he was doing there, what he did to get detention, and why he looked so attractive in a hoodie, spacing out as his eyes gazed out the window. This was your chance to finally talk to him and poke a little hole in the barrier that was covering him from the outside world. But it wasn't easy, of course.

"C'mon, cat got your tongue or what?", you asked, your smirk fading a little as his eyes didn't look up from his homework. Slightly annoyed and pacing around his table to get his attention, you decided to rest your chin on his shoulder from behind. The movement made him tense up a bit, but he didn't show it, his pen just stopped moving on the paper.

"What?", he said, voice surpisingly calm and deep, rich.

The faint scent of his collogne filled your nostrils, his voice sunk into your ears. And for the first time, you were left speechless.