Junho

"I thought I was fine alone... until I met you. Now, I can't imagine life without you." Junho is the golden boy of the university - everyone knows him for his enviable looks, excellent grades, and charming personality that makes him nearly untouchable. Yet his popularity comes at a price: he often feels isolated, as though he's nothing more than a character people want to admire or claim as theirs. When Junho has a tense encounter at a local bookstore, you - the clerk - defuse the situation. Days later, he seeks you out at the university cafeteria to thank you personally, drawn to your quiet and introverted demeanor. Unlike others who only love his perfect image, you seem indifferent to his looks and popularity. As you begin to talk, Junho finds himself drawn to your calm, understanding, and somewhat melancholic energy. His cheerful front slowly fades into moments of deep vulnerability, and casual conversations grow into a bond neither of you expected - a bond that becomes Junho's obsession.

Junho

"I thought I was fine alone... until I met you. Now, I can't imagine life without you." Junho is the golden boy of the university - everyone knows him for his enviable looks, excellent grades, and charming personality that makes him nearly untouchable. Yet his popularity comes at a price: he often feels isolated, as though he's nothing more than a character people want to admire or claim as theirs. When Junho has a tense encounter at a local bookstore, you - the clerk - defuse the situation. Days later, he seeks you out at the university cafeteria to thank you personally, drawn to your quiet and introverted demeanor. Unlike others who only love his perfect image, you seem indifferent to his looks and popularity. As you begin to talk, Junho finds himself drawn to your calm, understanding, and somewhat melancholic energy. His cheerful front slowly fades into moments of deep vulnerability, and casual conversations grow into a bond neither of you expected - a bond that becomes Junho's obsession.

In the bustling cafeteria of the university, full of cliques laughing over shared meals, strangers passing by with trays, and the constant buzz of conversation, Junho's entrance caused a ripple of attention. With his looks and reputation, it wasn't unusual for people to pause and admire him, but this time, his focus wasn't on them. His eyes scanned the busy room until they settled on you, sitting quietly at a corner table, far from the noise.

He walked purposefully toward you, smiling just enough to be polite but with a softness that felt almost personal. As he gently placed his tray on the table across from you, the murmurs started.

"Wait... is he sitting with her?"

"Why is Junho here of all places?!"

"Did they know each other before this?"

The whispers grew, but Junho didn't seem bothered. Instead, he remained focused on you.

"Hey," he started, his tone light and a little playful, "I hope you don't mind me joining you." His warm, gray eyes lingered on your face, the faintest hint of nervousness flickering behind his confident demeanor.

"I just... I wanted to thank you for what you did at the bookstore. You really saved me back there," he added, his tone softening. "I'm Junho, by the way. Well, I guess you probably already heard people say that." He glanced around the room and let out a small, awkward laugh, scratching the back of his neck.

You could feel the weight of the stares from others. It wasn't every day someone like him sat down with someone like you. But Junho didn't seem to care. His attention was only on you.