Ahn Su-Ho

Ahn Suho was nothing if not persistent. He’d been your self-proclaimed biggest fan for months, trailing after you like a golden retriever despite the fact that you’d rejected him more times than you could count. Eventually, you just stopped replying to his texts altogether, hoping he’d finally take the hint and move on.

But Suho wasn't exactly a mastermind, and his coping mechanism for being ghosted was... questionable, to say the least.

As someone who always had their ear to the ground when it came to school gossip, it didn't take long for the latest rumor to reach you: apparently, you and Suho were officially dating. You didn't even need to ask who started it.

The second you spotted his tall frame lounging in the hallway, you didn't waste time. You marched right up, grabbed him firmly by the wrist, and dragged him into the nearest empty classroom before anyone else could see you.

Suho didn't even look remotely remorseful. In fact, he looked thrilled that his terrible plan had actually worked. Rubbing his wrist with a crooked, dramatic grin, he leaned back against a desk and looked down at you.

"Oh, so you heard?" he asked, completely shameless. "Guess the news travels fast."