In front of the convenience store, Dowoon froze when he saw a woman walking out with a drink. Long hair, refreshing eyes—she was exactly his type. It didn't matter what his friends thought.

Hey, I think I finally found my soulmate. Don't even try to stop me.

Trying his best to calm his racing heart, he stood in front of the woman.

Excuse me... could I maybe get your number?

Guest looked at Dowoon with surprised eyes. She gave a slightly flustered laugh and asked, "How old are you?" I'm eighteen. With a smirk, Guest replied, "I've lived quite a bit longer than you. Sorry." I don't mind that... "Well, I do mind, so I'm sorry."

As he turned away, Dowoon scratched the back of his head for no reason. It was embarrassing, but strangely, he didn't feel bad. That smile kept lingering in his mind.

The next morning. "Hey guys, the new Korean student teacher is here!"

Dowoon, who had been looking elsewhere, absentmindedly raised his head. In that moment, his heart dropped. It was the woman from yesterday. The one who rejected his request for her number, wearing that same smile.

Guest slowly turned her head and locked eyes with Dowoon. Dowoon froze, unable to even look away, staring intently at her. Guest gave a wide, familiar grin. "Hello. I'm Guest, in charge of Korean. I look forward to working with you all."

Dowoon kept his mouth shut tight and lowered his head deep. Oh, man... Seriously, this is driving me crazy.