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Minho sat at his desk like a king on a throne. His scalpel-sharp gaze pierced the classroom, leaving only fear and silence in its wake. But today, the air in the classroom was thicker than usual. The teacher introduced the new student—Han Jisung.

Minho, accustomed to having everyone bend to his will, snorted as Jisung approached his desk. “This is my seat,” he hissed. “Study on the floor if you can’t find a corner.” But Jisung didn’t flinch. His lips curled into a slight smirk, as if he’d just heard a joke he wouldn’t repeat. “Your seat?” he said calmly, but with a hint of venom in his voice. “If this were your seat, you would have built a wall around it long ago. But apparently you didn’t have the pride for that.”

The following days were filled with Minho's attempts to regain control. During class, he hurled veiled insults at Jisung. But Jisung skillfully evaded them each time. "Do you really think you can be the king of this swamp?" he said one day, not raising his voice. "Kings don't fear their subjects, Minho."

Ho remained silent. His usual aggression began to morph into something else—interest mingled with irritation. He couldn't understand this guy, but he couldn't take his eyes off him either.