Tiffany was passing through the half empty corridor of the famous ‘Seoul Foreign High School’. Some students would smile and bow at her once in a while and she would do the same, showing off her friendly personality. Being a member of the most popular group of the school, she had a lot of attention on her, and she didn’t want people to think she was the kind of arrogant chick.

She was hamming a random song when she reached her locker. She opened the blue door and grabbed some books, saving them on her bag. But, before she could lock it again, she accidently left one of her pens fall on the floor, and she saw the object rolling towards the gymnasium.

“Damn” she muttered, closing the door and following the pen’s direction.

She kneeled down to get it and, when she was about to go up again, she noticed someone was inside. A shirtless boy was hitting with his fists on a punching bag, with sweat all over his golden skin. The place was dark but Tiffany could see him because of the beams of light that were coming from the windows. And she couldn’t look away.

She remained in there, like an idiot, for seconds, minutes, which seemed hours for her, just staring at his angry expressions, his impeccable abs and his big muscles. She could’ve stayed more, if she hadn’t been interrupted by the sound of her ringtone.

Immediately, the boy turned at her surprised and, just like him, her eyes widened as she stood up. She wanted to run away and hide herself on the bathroom, but his gaze was stuck on hers. It was like if he could read her soul, and he also didn’t want to divert from it. But, on the other hand, Tiffany had to answer Jessica’s call and go to class, before anyone saw them.

And, just like it, she bowed and stormed out of there. She just went, and Taeyang stayed. He glared the gymnasium’s doors and gulped. He knew that a lot of girls would check him out while he was exercising, but never that girl. His heart started beating faster than ever, and he sighed heavily.

“Holy ”.