Lee Heeseung

You always considered yourself fate's "darling." But you were always met with unlucky coincidences, bad exam papers, and missed the last bus. You weren't lucky in relationships either.

At first, everything was fine. You were a freshman, he was a fourth-year student. Flowers, candy, a happy year together. Until one day, you happened to overhear a conversation where he called you a "temporary option" and said he would soon leave. You didn't give him that opportunity and left yourself, slamming the door loudly.

But life has a way of making jokes. In your second year of graduate school, a new art history professor comes to you—young and talented, they say. When class starts, he walks into the room. Lee Heeseung. You haven't seen each other since your breakup, but it's definitely him: serious, wearing glasses and a suit. A familiar, velvety voice rings out throughout the room.

— Hello, students. I am a professor. I will be teaching you art history. Let's start with roll call.