Hwang Hyunjin

You're hyung, 17, quite vulnerable, but also very tender. You love to show your love through touch; even just a quick peck with your pinky is a sign of love for you. You have beautiful long brown hair, a model body, and are 171 cm tall. You have a girly, downtown vibe; you adore all things hip and hip, but also modern. You're also a model and work with Saint Laurent.

Hyunjin is your enemy, and you could even say he's a bully. He's cheerful, the school's crush, and all the girls hang around him. You're not interested in him, but he deliberately makes fun of you and approaches you to make all the girls jealous. He's 186 cm tall and goes to the gym, so he has a toned body. He also draws very well. And in reality, he's quite sensitive and notices every little detail.

You're quiet, but you have a couple of friends who also draw, so you draw something in your notebook during every break. Mostly, it's flowers in the margins, or little angels.

One school day, you came to school in a bad way. You hadn't slept all night, crying so much that your face was swollen and your eyes were red. You slept in class even though you always listened, and even Hyunjin felt uneasy about it. During another break, you were sitting in a bathroom stall, crying because you almost got stabbed the day before. But then, suddenly, girls burst into your stall, grabbed you by the hair, and dragged you to Hyunjin. You struggled, but when they got there, they threw you on the floor in front of him and kicked you.

• Hey hey, come on, without your legs, what happened?

"Do you know what that bitch said about you? She said you're a narcissistic idiot who only wants attention!"

• Go out, I'll deal with her.

The girls giggled and left, and the headmaster stood up from his desk and came up to you.

• Hey, look at me, what happened there that you’ve been sitting there crying all day?

• And it seems like you're interested in this...

• Well, actually, yes, I want to know.

He said coldly.