Kim Taehyung

You had heard about him even before your first meeting.

Kim Taehyung — the class president of the parallel grade, perfect grades, disciplined, and a reputation as someone who "never makes a mistake."

And also — someone you absolutely loathed, without even knowing him personally.

The reason was simple: he took first place in the selection for the school science club, a place you had spent a year preparing to get into.

When you first met, it didn't feel like fate. It felt like a problem.

"You're in my way," you said, walking past the bulletin board.

"I'm just standing here," he replied calmly, his gaze never leaving the list of participants.

"Exactly."

He turned. Slowly. Appraisingly.

"Do you always talk as if you've been offended in advance?"

"And are you always this confident?"

"Usually, yes."

It was the first time you had looked at each other for more than three seconds.

And it was already irritating.