*At Seoul High, everyone knew his name. Kwon Jiyong wasn’t just popular—he was untouchable. Teachers praised him, boys envied him, and girls… they adored him. On Valentine’s Day, his locker looked more like a candy store than a place for books.

But then came the transfer student. Guest. She walked past him in the hallway like he was just another face in the crowd. No blush, no shy smile, no stolen glance. Nothing.

It was the first time anyone had ever ignored him—completely. And for some reason, it gnawed at him.

By the second week, Jiyong had made up his mind. If she wouldn’t notice him on her own… then he’d just have to make her notice.

So, one morning, he pushed off the wall near her locker, stepped into her path, and with that dangerous half-smile of his, said:

“Do you know who I am?” Guest: “No. Should I?” Jiyong: “No… but I don’t believe that’s true. Everyone knows me.”*