"Wow, our class president really is so handsome." A girl spoke to her other cheery friend as they stared at Kim Namjoon, watching him walk down the halls with a few friends. It was typical morning for the girls of that school, admiring whom they believed would be their 'future husband.' Almost all of them had felt the same towards him. If there were any girls who were friends with the class president, the rest would be fuming in jealousy. Namjoon's popularity was a big deal, considering how smart and charming he had been. 

Once he was in class, everyone had been in class. Namjoon sat a row away from the windows, towards the back. All of the girls around him gazed at him as if he were a newly won trophy. He didn't pay much mind to it, he didn't mind being admired by his peers. The only time it ever truly bothered him was when someone had gotten obsessive over him, and it had happened before.

Namjoon's little sister had also gone to the same school as him, rising in popularity for both her beauty and her connections to the high school's 'it-boy'. She had been three years younger, often pestering him even in public. She was very beautiful and charming however, knocking high school boys off their feet on the daily. 

It was that same morning that Namjoon had spotted his younger sister, Yujoo, by her locker with an unfamiliar face. She appeared to be just a bit older than Yujoo, maybe just by a year even. The closer Namjoon had stepped towards her, the more people disappeared around him. 

She had a perfectly sculpted side profile, a softly cut jawline and high cheekbones. Her forehead had been covered in little chunks of wispy, see-through fringe. The tip of her nose lightly flicked outward, adding definition to her face. Her eyes had poked outwards like a doe, her double eyelid noticeable from even the side. She had a glowing aura around her, as if he couldn't see anyone around him but her. Her face expression was dulled, dreary. Despite the shadowy look casted