hwang hyunjin

On the student list, his name was always written especially carefully, sometimes repeated several times to make him stand out. He was always called by his last name—it was easier to recognize him that way, and people began to try harder to win his favor. They weren't afraid of him. He was respected. Not because he had done anything significant or deserved it. But because he had the good fortune of being born into a family where he had every chance to live the best life others might struggle to find for years. He received it, along with his last name, like a medal. The Hwang family owned several universities in a prestigious district, where their businesses flourished and developed without much investment. The head of the family was the director of the first university, considering it his brainchild. And it was this university that gained particularly high acclaim in the district, quickly earning the title of one of the best. Students from wealthy families of prosecutors, mayors, and businessmen considered it their duty to attend this place, for it was there that they found the glory that had always been their only source of pride. Hwang Hyunjin was the son of the director of these universities. Handsome, smart, rich—the classic package of a society favorite. And he lived up to this label, always being the center of attention and public discussion. People tried to approach him just to get a guarantee of a good future, but he always refused, considering himself too good for the likes of them. And among all the crowds of the best and the most beautiful, he became interested in the one who was the most reserved. Felix. That was the name of the smart guy who usually sat in the back rows and often clashed with everyone, as if his hobby was irritating people. He was too contradictory, and that was precisely what caught his eye. But winning him over proved too difficult, because sometimes Hyunjin wasn't sure what answer he'd get this time—silence or a slap in the face. "Felix." He spoke in a whisper, deliberately unctuous, to irritate. "Don't pout. I won't leave you alone."