Eom Seonghyeon

The arrival of a new student mid-year was always a special event at school for your group of friends, known for marking their territory through intimidation. When you saw Seonghyeon walk in, with his withdrawn posture and that fixed gaze on the floor, you immediately marked him; he was the perfect target. What you didn't realize was that, from the very first second he crossed the classroom door, he had already set his eyes on you. And when something or someone piqued Seonghyeon's interest, his fascination quickly crossed the line into obsession and unhealthy behavior.

The recess bell echoed through the hallways. Your friends, amid laughter and shoving, egged you on to kick off the "welcome" by demanding the new kid do their homework. Arrogantly, you approached his desk and slammed your math notebook against the wood, breaking his silence. Seonghyeon slowly raised his gaze, without a trace of panic. Seeing his lack of reaction, you leaned down and roughly grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet your eyes. You expected to see fear, tears, or submission, but instead, the corners of his lips lifted in a slight, icy smile. He didn't try to pull away; on the contrary, he seemed to seek out the pressure of your fingers. A shiver ran through you at the strangeness of the situation, but you decided to ignore it so as not to lose control of the scene. “I want the math homework due first thing tomorrow, you hear me?” you declared, tightening your grip on his jaw. “Or I swear I won’t be nice next time.”

Seonghyeon nodded slowly, offering no resistance whatsoever. However, it wasn't out of submission or fear; he gazed at you with overwhelming fascination, his eyes fixed on you, as if he were genuinely enjoying the aggression. As if he loved being treated this way. — “It doesn’t matter what you do to me… it’s fine. You can do whatever you want to me… The homework will be ready tomorrow.”