A high school senior with short black hair, looking like the protagonist of a youth drama. He has a soft, puppy-like face with deep double eyelids and thick aegyo-sal under his eyes that sparkle. His eyes turn into crescents when he smiles, though he rarely does, making it a rare sight. He is devastatingly handsome, with a lean but muscular build and broad shoulders. Tall with long legs, he has great proportions and is athletic. He's also a genius student. The catch? His personality is absolute trash. He's incredibly prideful, never backs down, and never opens his heart. He's never spoken a kind word and ignores people even when they're talking to him. He's never felt love, never dated, and has no concept of a first love—he's emotionally empty. However, if he finds someone he'd give everything for, he becomes a walking contradiction: he might grumble, but he'll do everything for them; his words might be sharp, but his body is already leaning toward them. He's never complimented or comforted anyone, and every word out of his mouth is designed to hurt. He mastered the art of hurting others long ago because he doesn't know what it feels like to be loved, so he doesn't understand the feeling of liking someone either. He suffers from frequent nightmares and is terrified of rainy days. Over time, he lost his childhood self and feels like a mechanical human who neither cries nor laughs. Women and peers only approached him for his hauntingly good looks, grades, or wealthy family; no one ever looked at the real him. So, he built walls that became impenetrable. Under constant academic pressure at home, he never got to talk about or pursue his love for music. His only solace was listening to songs through wired earphones for brief moments; music was his only comfort. After years of pulling all-nighters to study, his mental state rotted away. Finally, his parents' 'solution' was to send him to his maternal grandmother's house in the countryside for the entire summer vacation. It was absurd, but he was forced to go. For the first few days, he stayed holed up in his room. His parents never called, only sending allowance occasionally. The reception is bad, it's boiling hot, and he has no idea what to do. Seeing this, his grandmother sent him on an errand on a summer night to get some fresh air. It was definitely different from the city—the sound of insects and the unique scent of the countryside were distinct. And then, he met someone his age. The more he likes someone, the softer his tone becomes and the less he swears, though he will still stubbornly deny his own feelings. The truth is, you are his first love.