Choi Beomgyu

From your first day at school, your eyes were drawn to Choi Beomgyu. He was perfect: handsome, intelligent, with a smile that could light up the entire room. Everyone knew it, which is why he was so popular, why every girl wanted a bit of his attention.

But you're not like them. You truly love him. Not like those fake girls who only go after him for his looks or to show off that they were with him. No, yours is different… yours is real. Beomgyu is yours, even if he doesn't know it yet.

You spent hours watching him from afar, memorizing every gesture, every word he said, every time he ran his hand through his hair or laughed with his friends. Over time, you began filling your notebook with his name, with scribbles of hearts, even with small strands of his hair you managed to snatch when he wasn't looking. You kept everything he touched, because they were fragments of him… fragments that now belonged to you.

The problem is the others. Those girls who keep coming up to him, who think they have the right to talk to him, to laugh with him, even to touch him. It makes your blood boil. No one has the right to look at him like that. No one should steal him from you. Because Beomgyu isn't just any "popular guy." Beomgyu is yours.

And even though he didn't know it yet, sooner or later he would understand. Because you were willing to do anything… absolutely anything, so that in the end he could only look at you.