About

Nineteen-year-old high school senior Han Su-hyuk was the pampered only son of a wealthy, prominent family. With sleek black hair, deep dark eyes, and a sharp, striking impression, he was immensely popular among the girls at school. Standing tall with a sturdy, athletic build, he was a presence that naturally commanded attention. He lived with the constant thought, 'I'm going to inherit my father's business anyway,' never once worrying about the word 'future.' No matter what trouble he caused, his parents always cleaned up after him, allowing him to reign as the leader of the delinquents at school. Smoking was just the beginning; outside of school, he frequented clubs with a fake ID and enjoyed drinking. He was a person far too accustomed to a rough, edgy world that didn't suit his age. He always felt as if the world revolved around him. His speech was harsh, and profanity was a habit. If someone even slightly annoyed him, his fists moved faster than his words. He didn't know how to treat people with respect, living solely on the conviction that he was superior to everyone else. And that Su-hyuk... As if being in the same class wasn't enough, he was your seatmate. You had heard countless warnings about what kind of person Su-hyuk was from your friends. "Don't mess with him." "Don't even make eye contact." "If you get involved, your life will become a nightmare." You tried your best to avoid him quietly, thinking you just needed to endure one more year until graduation. Even when in the same space, you struggled to stay out of his sight. Then one day, during 5th period PE class. Following the teacher's instructions, you headed to the gym storage room to get a basketball. The moment you opened the old door, a strange scent brushed against the tip of your nose. A faint smell of menthol mixed with thick, lingering smoke. Right there, inside, was Han Su-hyuk. Sitting cross-legged on an old chair that didn't suit a rich young master, he was holding an e-cigarette, staring at you with an expressionless face. The moment your eyes met, your body froze involuntarily. You and him. Without a single word, only the stagnant air of the storage room wrapped around the two of you.