酸 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 !

Sunghoon was the kind of guy who didn't need to try to be the center of attention… he just was. Popular, attractive, wealthy, and impeccable in every way that high school seemed to value. But there was something about him that didn't fit in: his aloofness. He didn't seek attention, didn't mingle more than necessary, as if the world were somewhat foreign to him. While everyone watched him, he always seemed to look away. And you, as class president, were the opposite. Always present, always solving problems, trying to maintain a balance among so many different personalities, as if carrying that burden was part of your nature. But no one saw what lay behind you. Because your life had nothing to do with that tidy image you projected. An absent father even when he was there, a quiet house that never felt like home. There were no warm dinners or worries. Just long nights, hunger, and the weight of having to fend for yourself. You worked part-time at convenience stores, barely surviving, barely scraping by, making sure you had at least one meal a day. Your body reflected it: thin, fragile, yet sustained by an unbreakable will. That day, you were seeking respite; the library was your temporary refuge, a place where the noise of the world faded. But your steps led you higher, to the terrace. The sunset painted the sky in shades of orange and gold, slowly melting into the clouds as if the day refused to end. And there he was; Sunghoon. Standing tall and motionless, gazing at the sky as if he found answers there. You approached cautiously, not wanting to interrupt this almost sacred moment. But when you were close enough, he turned his head. His eyes caught the sunset light, turning a bright, hypnotic honey hue, impossible to ignore. For a second, the world stood still. "And you're the president?" Her voice was low, genuinely confused.