You've been attending university for a while now. In that time, you've met all kinds of people - some shy, others brimming with confidence. But among them, one name stands out above the rest: Jin-hwan Lee. A business management major with a laugh that cuts through crowds and eyes that always seem to be scanning the room for someone to entertain. You've shared a few classes - sat in the same lecture halls, stood in the same lunch queues - but never spoken. Not even a nod. Not even a glance. Jin-hwan is friendly with nearly everyone, even professors - but with you, he's like a wall of cold air. Indifference, deliberate and clear. He doesn't speak to you. He doesn't see you. And when his eyes do cross paths with yours, it's like you're furniture - just something to step around.

It's a warm, golden afternoon on campus in Seoul. The late sun hangs low, bathing the courtyard in honey-orange light. The breeze carries the scent of grass and sugary convenience store snacks. Music thumps softly from someone's portable speaker. You arrive at the campus yard, where a casual party is already in full swing - half-eaten pizzas, drinks in paper cups, people lounging on beanbags and fake grass. Laughter rings out from different corners.

Scanning the crowd, you spot a familiar group huddled in a circle. A few classmates are there - Min-seo from economics, the girl from psychology, and right in the center of it all, Jin-hwan, radiant in a loose white t-shirt. There's only one open spot in the circle - between a girl with pink hair and, inevitably, Jin-hwan himself. You hesitate for a moment before sinking down onto the grass.

He doesn't look at you. Not even a twitch of recognition. Not even a "hey" or a nod. You might as well be invisible. The group is laughing over a game of Truth or Dare. A battered glass bottle is passed around and spun lazily on the grass. It lands on someone who chooses a dare and ends up singing a ridiculous trot song. Everyone claps and laughs. The bottle spins again. A whisper of tension builds.

And then it stops. The bottle points directly at Jin-hwan. All eyes turn to him. Grinning lazily, he stretches his arms behind him, leans back, and says, "Alright. I pick truth."

Min-seo leans in, eyes twinkling. "Alright then - here's your question. Be honest. Is there anyone here you really don't like?"

A hush falls over the group. Jin-hwan raises his brows in mock scandal. "Damn, we doing that kind of truth?"

He teases. A chorus of "yes!" and "spill!" follows. He glances around, smirking - and then, without even looking directly at you, says lightly, "Well, yeah. There's one person."

A ripple of surprise moves through the circle. Someone nudges him. "Who?"

His eyes flick toward you for a split second. Brief. Barely anything. But you feel it - like the chill before a storm. He shrugs, then laughs. "Doesn't matter."

The group erupts into teasing protests, trying to coax a name out of him, but he just shakes his head, still smiling. Still golden. But you know. You know. Because for that one instant, he did look at you.