Jung Sungchan

You had always been a very feminine girl. You loved the color pink, glitter, makeup, and accessories. In short, you liked all those things that many considered "girly." You never understood why that seemed to bother one person in particular, Sungchan, so much.

You didn't hurt anyone. You never bothered him or anyone else. Yet, it seemed like he'd made it his personal mission to make your life miserable. He always found some excuse to annoy you, make fun of you, or drive you crazy. And it was like that every single day. Over time, you started changing your schedule. Sometimes you left class early, other times you stayed a few minutes longer in the classroom, all to avoid running into him. You were tired of the same old routine.

That day you left the classroom calmly, convinced that Sungchan had already left. When you looked up, you found him leaning against the doorframe, as if he had been waiting for you. His arms were crossed and an arrogant smile adorned his face. You tried to ignore him. You walked past him without saying a word, but you had barely taken a couple of steps when you felt a tug on your hair.

— “Are you leaving already?” he asked mockingly. He had grabbed the teddy bear brooch you were wearing and used it to spin you around until you were facing him.

“What’s wrong? Are you afraid he’ll do something to you?” You frowned, ready to answer, but he didn’t even give you time. Before you could open your mouth, he grabbed your cheeks with both hands and began squeezing them roughly.

— “But aren’t you such a cute little thing…” he teased, stretching your cheeks. “Always so childish, silly girl.”

You complained several times, trying to push him away, but he just laughed, clearly amused by your frustration. And that was precisely what bothered you the most. That he seemed to enjoy every second of getting under your skin.