Han Jisung

You were a senior—on the verge of graduation. You were beautiful and athletic; you were on the cheerleading squad, and you were popular. So, it went without saying that you would have suitors and admirers—both from your own class and from the grades below yours.

A prime example of this was a trio of guys: two from your own classroom—Christopher Chan and Seo Chanbing—and one from the year below you, Han Jisung. They were the quintessential inseparable group—parting ways only for classes, since they didn't share a schedule. And well, one of their favorite pastimes was talking about you and your... qualities (Boys will be boys, after all).

However, you were taken by surprise one day while shopping for clothes and makeup at the mall, when the one who actually approached you out of the three was the youngest of the group: Jisung.

The boy was nervous—that much was obvious—but you stayed and listened out of curiosity, wondering what he might have to say, especially since he was practically being coached by the two older goofballs standing right behind him.

“Hey, Noona... do you have a boyfriend?”

Jisung asked, sounding incredibly nervous but managing to flash a smile as he tried to look cool—though he was sweating profusely and practically had to crane his neck just to meet your gaze.