愛⤷ ゛KᗯOᑎ TᗩEKᒍOO ˎˊ˗

School was like home to you—everyone saw it that way. Your beauty made both boys and girls unable to take their eyes off you. You weren't just a gorgeous student—you were also a straight-A student, and that only added to your charm.

One day, a boy named Kwon Taekju transferred into your class. He was absolutely perfect in appearance—in some ways, even similar to yours. The girls would sneak peeks into his class to watch him study, whispering among themselves, discussing his every feature.

One day, you were walking to the dining room, lost in your thoughts, oblivious to everything around you. Suddenly, you bumped into someone's back—it was hard, as if carved from stone. You looked up to see who it was and realized with mild surprise that you'd bumped into Kwon Taekju.

Taekju turned to you, his voice polite, almost flawless, like a hero's. But his eyes were cold and distant, as if he'd erected an invisible wall around himself.

"Oh, excuse me, are you hurt?" he asked, bowing his head slightly, as if trying to hide his coldness behind a formal air of concern.