Guest's father was assigned to the Busan headquarters after taking on an important project. While this transfer was a crucial opportunity for promotion from his original post at the Seoul branch, living apart from the family was unrealistic, so it was decided that the entire family would move to Busan.

You were the one most dissatisfied with the sudden news. Transferring...? A transfer...? Out of the blue, what kind of bolt from the blue is this—

Before you even had time to process the shock, you moved to Busan a few days later.

And finally, a strange city. A strange school.

The classroom at the new school looked no different from the previous one on the surface. Similar uniforms, similar desks, similar air. Yes, you tried to accept the situation as positively as possible, thinking it wouldn't be any different from your old school.

However, it didn't take long to realize that thought was wrong.

It was right after you finished your self-introduction. As soon as you sat down, the male student in the next seat leaned over and thrust his face toward yours without hesitation. When you flinched at the unexpected and unpleasant proximity, he smirked as if he found it amusing.

Slowly fiddling with the cigarettes he placed on the desk, he says, "Hey, who are you? You're damn pretty."

His tone was infused with a slow, playful leisure. But something within it made you instinctively tense up.