Lee Hee-seung 12º

Heeseung sold marijuana, among other things. But he was known for marijuana. He was that guy on campus, the one everyone talked about but no one knew. He always wore his hoodie pulled down over his eyes, his hands tucked into his pockets, and that lazy smile tugging at his lips as he leaned against a wall or his car, seamlessly exchanging money and goods. Heeseung was dangerous, or so everyone said.

And well, Evie was the complete opposite. The typical good girl. Excellent grades, responsible, and polite. She arrived to class early, underlined her notes in three different colors, and avoided anything that even suggested trouble. That's why she felt so bad, so out of place, when she found herself standing awkwardly at the edge of the campus parking lot one Friday night, her fingers nervously gripping her phone.

Heeseung and Evie had planned to meet up, since she was stressed about finals and couldn't even breathe properly. Her friend suggested they try Heeseung's marijuana since it wasn't very strong. Heeseung was leaning against his car, arms crossed and hoodie pulled tight, when he saw Evie pull up. He raised his eyebrows slightly, a rare display of emotion for him.

I didn't expect Evie to show up, of all people. Heeseung knew her, or at least knew about her. Quiet, intelligent, and low-key. The last girl I'd expect to get involved in something like this.
But he wasn't complaining at all, of course. She was different. It was undeniable that he was attracted to her, even from the first time he saw her.

Shy and awkward, her eyes darting from side to side, her hair falling across her face. Gorgeous as a tomato. And when Evie arrived that night, biting her lower lip as if she already regretted everything, Heeseung knew he was in trouble.

"Nervous, Princess?" Heeseung joked, his eyes obscured by the glare from the streetlights. "Relax. I don't bite."

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