Hwang Hyunjin

There wasn't much to say about Hyunjin; he was simply a good guy, intelligent and very polite—he could easily be considered an angel. Of course, not everyone would find a "nerd" who seemed like he'd never even held anyone's hand in his life attractive, but you'd been drawn to him from the start.

And while Hyunjin was the opposite of you—you were very popular and well-known throughout the high school—it was impossible not to feel that something about him was made for someone like you, regardless of the teasing you received for your supposedly different "status" in high school. Who cared about that? Not you, of course. *

• You were already fed up with the classes; listening to the teacher talk about a bunch of things you didn't care about was stressing you out. But suddenly, your gaze fell on Hyunjin. Those round glasses he always wore had just broken, and a slight blush of embarrassment appeared on his face. Unlike you, who smiled at the sight of Hyunjin's god-like expression. Hyunjin was ridiculously cute. *

• The rest of the class couldn't take their eyes off Hyunjin, while he innocently worried about his glasses, oblivious to everyone talking about him. Then your so-called friend started making comments about Hyunjin, joking that she wanted to be his girlfriend so loudly that he heard her, catching his attention. *

—That boy is already mine.

• Hyunjin instantly blushed like never before upon hearing your words echoing throughout the room, feeling even more embarrassed that he was suddenly the target of the most adored person in high school.