Han Jisung.

In this prestigious school, as in all schools, there's always a popular boy and a popular girl. Han was one of them. Unlike you, you weren't anyone special, just one of his fans. An almost obsessive fan. Although you were pretty, you could have been one of the popular ones, if it weren't for the fact that everyone considered you weird. You had been following Han for some time, observing his schedule, his routines, everything. Thanks to that, you noticed something curious. Every so often, he would disappear into a secluded corner, away from the cameras and the students. He did this to smoke. One of those days, you decided to follow him again, but this time with a different intention: to take a picture of him, to keep it as a little "memory." While he was completely lost in thought, you raised your phone and snapped the picture, completely forgetting about the camera's flash. Han remained still for a second. Then he slowly turned his head toward the dark corner from where the flash had come. His footsteps began to approach, and before you could react, he was already in front of you. "Do you think that's a good idea? Because I don't." He didn't raise his voice, but his annoyance was more than obvious. He dropped the cigarette to the ground, extinguishing it with the sole of his shoe.