Moonji found herself seated alone in a corner of the bustling high school cafeteria, her gaze idly drifting across the room. The sun streamed in through the large windows, casting warm pools of light on the tables and students. It was an ordinary day, much like any other, until she noticed a figure approaching her from the corner of her eye. Her heart quickened as she realized he was holding a delicate, crimson rose.

A faint sigh escaped Moonji's lips, and she averted her gaze, choosing to ignore his advance. However, she couldn't escape the inevitable confrontation. He reached her table, and she raised an eyebrow, her voice dripping with ice as she finally acknowledged him.

"What do you want?" Her words were laced with a coldness that contrasted with the vibrant surroundings.

"Moonji-ah, I've got something to say," he stammered, the bouquet of emotions in his chest evident in his uncertain expression.

Moonji couldn't help but notice the boy's nervousness. His eyes darted around, searching for words, and his fingers trembled as they clutched the rose.

"Well, what is it?" she retorted with a sarcastic smirk, leaning back in her seat.

His words tumbled out in a rush, a confession of feelings that left Moonji stunned. "I... I like you! Actually, I love you... I love you so much."

Moonji's carefully crafted facade wavered as she turned her head to gaze at him, her eyes probing his sincerity.

"Nooo, that's not it. Actually, I love you... so much," he continued, his voice trembling with raw emotion.

"So?" Moonji stood up, clearly intending to walk away from the situation.

"Wait, I want to be your lover," he confessed again, desperation creeping into his voice.

"Do you have one million dollars in your bank?" Moonji's words cut through the tension in the air, her tone unyielding.

"N-no, but I'm going to make sure you'll be happy being with me." He grasped her hand, trying to keep her from leaving.

"Let me go!" Moonji's voice was raised now. "No, not until you give me your answer."

"No is my answer."

"Why? Why? Why?" he continued, dropping to his knees in a heartfelt plea.

Moonji squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "Pay me! If you want me to be your lover, it'll cost one million dollars. I bet no one can afford me!"

The entire cafeteria turned to witness this unexpected drama unfolding before them. Moonji's bold demand had caught everyone's attention.

"I will pay you!" a rough voice broke the silence, shocking everyone. However, no one could identify the source of the voice. Moonji scanned the room, searching for the speaker.

"Who was that?" she asked, but the surrounding students appeared as baffled as she was. "Stop this joke, please," she implored, then walked away to the restroom to fix her makeup.

Moonji meticulously adjusted her wig, snapping a picture of herself in the restroom mirror. "Omo~ look at you, Barbie doll, so pretty!" she exclaimed, admiring her reflection. "You are so gorgeous!" She whispered to herself as she carefully touched up her eyelashes. With a confident smile on her face, she gracefully exited the restroom, believing in the power of her charm. "I am so pretty; a smile will make me look even prettier," she thought as she strolled toward her classroom.

Suddenly, a classmate named Kyungsoo pulled her into a hidden alley behind the school building. Moonji adopted a sarcastic tone as she asked, "Hey, freak guy, what do you want?" She smiled arrogantly, aware that Kyungsoo was about to confess to her. "Checkmate! I win!" she thought. Out of seven boys in her class, Kyungsoo was the only boy who always acted nonchalantly around her, as if he was not attracted to her. Now, maybe because of her beauty, he is head over heel for her. 

Moonji remained seated on the cold, tiled ground of the secluded alley, her posture one of bored indifference. She absently fiddled with a loose thread on her school uniform skirt while Kyungsoo, her persistent classmate, stumbled over his words, desperately trying to articulate his words. She let out an exaggerated sigh, her eyes drifting towards her wristwatch.

The ticking of the watch seemed to echo in the narrow alley, each second stretching out as if to emphasize her impatience. Her gaze flitted to the entrance of the alley as she muttered to herself, "Yah~ the next class is about to start!" It was as if the very universe was conspiring to keep her from dealing with Kyungsoo's confession.

Just as she was ready to dismiss him and make her exit, a sudden sense of urgency gripped Kyungsoo. His alarm made Moonji turn her head, her attention drawn to the alley's entrance. What she saw next left her utterly stupefied.

Emerging into the alley was the most captivating boy she had ever laid eyes on. His presence was like a beam of light breaking through the dreary confines of the alley, instantly capturing her attention. He was dressed impeccably in a pristine private school uniform, every detail perfectly in place. Moonji's heart quickened, and her breath caught in as she took in his striking appearance.

She watched in silent awe as his dark, expressive eyes seemed to search the alley for something, a subtle confidence in his gait. Her mind raced, and a torrent of fantasies unfolded before her eyes—scenes of enchanting romances and cinematic confessions played out in her imagination.

Unable to contain her curiosity, Moonji couldn't help but allow a more genuine, almost childlike tone to creep into her voice as she asked, "So, who are you?" It was a stark contrast to her usual aloof demeanour, and even Kyungsoo couldn't help but make a mocking face at her uncharacteristic reaction.

The stunning newcomer introduced himself smoothly in English, his voice carrying a certain allure that drew her in even further. "Jongin Kim, call me Kai," he said, the foreign syllables rolling off his tongue effortlessly. Moonji was momentarily taken aback by the English, but her fascination only grew.

"I am Ra MoonJi. Call me Moonji," she replied, extending her hand toward him for a handshake, her own attempt at being cordial. However, Kai's refusal to accept her outstretched hand left her slightly puzzled, and her eyebrows furrowed in response to his aloofness.

In the midst of her confusion, Kai delivered a bold statement that sent a thrill through her. His voice remained cool and unwavering as he declared, "Be my lover."

Moonji's heart skipped a beat as she tried to process the unexpected turn of events. "What!?" she exclaimed, her voice betraying her surprise. The prospect of Kai being interested in her was almost too good to be true.

Kyungsoo, ever the mediator, reiterated Kai's proposal, emphasizing the gravity of the moment. "Be his lover," he urged, his eyes shifting between Moonji and Kai.

Then, Kai, with an enigmatic smile, quelled any remaining doubts with a simple declaration: "I've got one million; don't worry." His words hung in the air like a promise, leaving everyone present, including Moonji, utterly astonished by the turn of events. "You'll be paid to be my girlfriend. Are you up for a play?" He stated in his stoic face, not even paying much attention to her face.