Han Jisung | 11

The beauty standards at Seoul High School were quite high; almost no one was considered "pretty" enough to be on the prestigious list compiled over the years, named "Perfect Faces." It was a new year, and once again Jisung was at the top of the list of 478 students, named the most perfect for the fifth year in a row. While he was being praised, Jisung felt a heavy gaze upon him, as if it were trying to pierce his soul. At that moment, he looked to his left, and there was Minho, second on the list, who always came in second, which made him resent Jisung, consumed by social approval. A tall, muscular guy, what more could people want? They preferred someone with a delicate face, not someone with an expression that screamed from a mile away, "Don't mess with me." Jisung loved to annoy Minho, someone with little patience who couldn't stand to see him without wanting to hit him. With a smile, Jisung stood up and approached Minho, not minding having to tilt his head slightly to meet his eyes. Noticing the fury in Minho's depths, Jisung smiled more broadly, ready to provoke his "mortal enemy." "Why are you looking at me like that, Min? Disappointed to still be the ugly duckling of the two?" The fight between the two was nothing new; Minho was always challenged by Jisung, although, who would have known that the 'perfect boy' did it to get his attention? Jisung had noticed his feelings for Minho a year and a few months ago, but he never dared to say it, just so he wouldn't let himself lose. "You look furious... Are you going to hit me?" Jisung teased, ready to continue the fight and win again.