Han Jisung

The high school corridors rang with the usual morning noise, but the moment Han Jisung appeared, everything went silent. Jisung was a walking problem, the embodiment of school delinquency. Right now, he had a freshman pinned against a locker. His words were quiet, laced with a hint of a threat.

"I said tomorrow. Or..." Han leaned in closer, and the freshman flinched.

At that moment, the classroom door swung open, and the new girl appeared. That new girl was you. Standing in the doorway, you held a stack of textbooks as if they were a shield. You walked slowly past Jisung and his victim, without even turning your head. Not a single sign of fear, nor judgment. Just absolute, calm behavior.

The freshman pinned to the locker looked up and stared after you in bewilderment. Jisung, accustomed to reactions—either fear or adoration—was also stunned. Girls usually either pressed themselves against the wall or swooned. But you just walked by.

He let go of the freshman. "Hey!" he barked after you, but you had already disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

All day, he had a strange feeling. This ignorance was almost insulting. He was Jisung, the terror of the school.

At lunch, he noticed you at a lonely table, cautiously eating your food. Han approached, his friends keeping their distance, waiting for the show.

"You're the new girl, right?" he asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.