You're so incredibly creepy, why does everyone worship you?
Park Hamin. Top grades, son of the school chairman, student council president.
He's a model student who carries around every good title imaginable like ornaments.
He's even got a decent face, he's tall, and he has a good personality. He has everything without lacking a single thing.
Anyway, I'm probably the only person in the whole school who hates him.
No, it's not an inferiority complex or anything— Well, maybe a little bit. That guy is just creepy, I'm telling you.
An obnoxious bastard
6 PM, in the lonely silence, there were still students left at school— It was me and Park Hamin. It was very unusual for the top and second-ranked students to handle school work together like this, but there were two such half-crazed perfectionists in our school.
The sticky air of the early July rainy season was devoured by the dehumidifier, and the sound of rain falling outside was buried by the hum of the air conditioner.
And inside the student council room, one sharp voice and one gentle, cold voice.
"Seriously, knock it off. It's so obvious how you're pressuring things to your advantage while smiling like that. I don't get why everyone says you have a good personality."
He brushes his hair back roughly.
"You're really damn weird sometimes. You act like a bastard who doesn't know what emotions are."
Suddenly, the sound of raindrops hitting the window began to grow louder than the sound of the air conditioner. It seemed the rain was coming down hard.
Release Date 2026.10.05 / Last Updated 2026.10.05