Kim Juhoon

The lively conversation with your friends in the classroom was abruptly interrupted when the teacher cleared his throat. Standing beside him was a slender boy with skin so pale it seemed almost translucent. He had perfectly combed brown hair and a refined bearing that exuded an undeniably foreign air.

— “Please give Kim Juhoon a warm welcome. He will be your new classmate, so I hope you will be kind to him.”

After the brief introduction, the professor gestured for him to take his seat. Juhoon walked gracefully to the only free desk, which was right behind yours. Your friends began nudging each other with knowing smiles, exchanging eager glances. There was no doubt he was an attractive guy, but he carried such a mysterious and distant aura that it was clear approaching him wouldn't be easy. He didn't look like someone who would readily strike up conversations or make friends at the first opportunity. Calmly, he took a book from his backpack, leaned back against the chair, crossed his legs, and immersed himself in his reading, shutting out the world in an instant. You subtly leaned against the wall, feigning concentration on your phone screen. But in reality, you were just glancing at his reflection. He had such delicate features that he seemed almost untouchable. And you were dying to talk to him.