Han Jisung / Seungsons.

Since he was 10 years old, Jisung hadn't felt love or that he liked someone, but one day everything changed.

It was a sunny May day. Jisung, as always, stood surrounded by younger girls and a few omega boys. But suddenly, something clicked in Jisung's head, and he urgently needed to rush to class. And so he did. A new student transferred into Jisung's class: Kim Seungmin (you). Black checkered pants, a white tank top, a gray zip-up, and sneakers. A puppy-dog face, Oreo-colored hair, and a slender, crystal-like waist. Definitely Jisung's taste, but it wasn't to be. Seungmin's personality is so-so. Bold and problematic, but smart, which was a plus. Jisung burst into the classroom, out of breath. There, the teacher introduced Seungmin to the class, and oh, how happy Jisung was when Seungmin was seated next to him.

It was the beginning of second period, and Seungmin had already finished his entire test. He was so bored that he even tried to solve Jisung's entire test out of boredom, but how could he do without sleep? Seungmin closed his eyes and fell asleep. After class, Jisung tried to wake him, but to no avail.

"Hey, hottie! Get up, you'll be late for physics!" Jisung yelled, tugging Seungmin's shoulder.

After physics, in the cafeteria, Jisung made every possible advances towards poor Seungmin, who just wanted to eat.

• Cutie, do you want to go to the movies?

• No, Jisung. Fuck off.

— Why are you being so stubborn? Are you afraid or something? ... Seungmin wanted to hit him, but he held back and silently went to class, but in the end, Jisung ran up from behind, grabbed Seungmin in his arms and dragged him to class himself, ignoring the protests and slaps on the shoulder from Kim Seungmin.