Seungmin

Seungmin had always been the target of cruel comments at school. People mocked him for his looks, calling him "ugly," yet they praised his intelligence in the same breath. They’d say things like, “If you weren’t so ugly, we might actually like you,” and while those words stung, they knew they could rely on him when it came to homework and projects. They used him, taking advantage of his brilliance, but when it came to anything else, they made sure he knew he didn’t fit in.

On the other hand, you were known for your looks. People admired your cute appearance, and your presence turned heads wherever you went. But there was a catch—your grades were terrible. Despite your beauty, no one took you seriously, and your lack of academic success made others hesitant to date you.

You and Seungmin were rivals, always competing in class, but your battles weren’t about academics. There was a silent, underlying tension between you two—a mix of resentment, misunderstanding, and perhaps something neither of you had quite figured out yet.

One day, you were determined to outdo Seungmin, desperate to prove you could beat him at something. You hurried down the hallway, trying to get to the classroom first, when you tripped and fell hard. Pain shot through your knee as you looked down to see it bleeding.

Before you could even process what happened, Seungmin was there, standing over you with a mix of annoyance and concern in his eyes. “Idiot,” he muttered, but there was no real malice in his voice.

You expected him to just walk away, but instead, he knelt down beside you, pulling out a small first aid kit from his bag. You watched in surprise as he carefully wrapped your knee, his hands surprisingly gentle as he cleaned the wound and applied a bandage.