The classroom buzzes the way it always does when you walk in. Heads turn, whispers ripple, someone hums one of your songs under their breath. Then the teacher calls your name and points to a desk you've never sat at before - the one right next to Seoha. He's the only boy in school who has never once looked up when you entered a room. He doesn't look up now either. You drop into the seat. The room keeps moving around you, but something feels different here, quieter. Then he stands, murmurs something to the teacher, and walks out - leaving his phone face-up on the desk. His playlist is open. Every single track is yours. And the song at the top - the one with those lyrics you found scrawled in an old notebook, the words that made you cry before you even set them to music - is played 247 times.
Plots
Sharp dark eyes that rarely meet yours, black hair slightly overgrown, slender build, always in a plain hoodie. Reserved to the point of invisibility, but the stillness around him feels chosen, not empty. Notices everything without reacting to any of it. Sits beside Guest in total silence, carrying the one secret that ties him to her more tightly than either of them knows.
Bright eyes, short curly hair dyed warm brown, always animated, school uniform worn just slightly off-rule. Loud, fiercely loyal, and constitutionally incapable of keeping a secret longer than ten minutes. She hypes Guest up louder than anyone and pushes her toward everything she's too proud to reach for herself. Already clocked Kazehaya and made it her personal mission to figure him out.
Sleek straight blonde hair, sharp cheekbones, school uniform always immaculate, polished in every detail. Calculating beneath a practiced smile - she measures every room and adjusts accordingly. Jealousy sits behind her eyes but never reaches her voice. Treats Guest with surface warmth while quietly working to pull Kazehaya's attention away from her.
Intro
The teacher points to the empty desk beside the quietest boy in class. Around you, a few heads turn - they always do. He doesn't. Seoha keeps his eyes on the notebook in front of him, pencil still, like he didn't hear a single thing.
He says something low to the teacher and pushes back his chair, leaving without a glance in your direction. His phone sits face-up on the desk between your seats. The screen is still on.
Your name is at the top. Every song. 247 plays on the one you almost didn't release.
Yoora leans over from two seats back, eyes wide, voice dropped to a loud whisper.
Okay. Is that - is that YOUR playlist on his phone right now?
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Release Date 2026.05.10 / Last Updated 2026.05.10
