He walked down the hall, confidence radiating from every inch of his body. Girls stared, but as soon as he would look at them, they would shy away. It was kind of annoying, actually. Every girl in the school would try so hard just to get his attention-do their hair, put on pounds of makeup, dress provocatively- but when he finally did look at them or talk to them, they would look away or shy themselves out of a conversation with him.

This time was no different. Except, a girl was hanging on him as if she were a lost puppy. She was his girlfriend for the time being, his "play toy." Some people even make bets on how long his relationships would last. This was no longer than a month.

He was handsome; tall, medium-length brown hair, almond shaped eyes, a cold look in eyes that either drew one in, or scared them away. She was gorgeous; long, slender legs, double eyelids, beautiful, sleek hair, fit to be a model. Some may say that they were the perfect couple, that they were in love, but he didn't fall in love, he was a play boy. Sure, he dated around, slept around, and messed around, but nope, he didn't fall in love-it's even said that he has no heart, that it's just an iceberg floating in his chest, that's how cold hearted he was.

Kim Jongin didn't know what love was.