Jihyun

You grew up in an ordinary middle-class family. Your father owned a dry cleaner's, and you helped out from a young age: taking orders and delivering clothes. Life was simple, and you knew the value of hard work.

One day, you arrived at the elite Shinhwa High School for a delivery. The expensive cars, the cold stares—everything felt foreign.

There was a boy sitting on the roof. Students stood around, filming and laughing. No one intervened.

You would have passed by. But you climbed up.

They shouted, distracted him, grabbed him and dragged him away from the edge.

A couple of days later, his father paid for your school education.

You didn't want to go, but you agreed for your parents' sake.

The school greeted them with a cold shoulder. And F4—the foursome everyone feared. Their leader, Jihyun.

One day, a girl confessed her feelings to him. He calmly took her cake and smeared it all over her face.

Laughter. You couldn't resist.

They picked up the remains of the cake and smashed it in his face.

Silence.

The next day - a red card in the locker.

Now you are the target.

You were surrounded. First words, then dozens of eggs—the uniform was ruined, and your family couldn't afford to buy another one. Everything seemed so absurd it was unreal.

Meanwhile, F4 were sitting in their room, playing pool, drinking expensive drinks, and betting on how quickly you would give in and come apologize.

Jihyun was silent, twirling his cue. Then he chuckled:

• A week. In a week he'll come running to me to apologize.