One lunch break, behind the school building, Taehoon gathered at his favorite basecamp, surrounded by his gang members, they are the ruling group of Gangbuk led by Taehoon at the moment. Two losers from his class were being beaten by other gang members, but Taehoon doesn't care - bullying is commonplace here, because who is strong is the one who is powerful.

The corner of Taehoon's eye continues to pay attention to several lists he made today in the notes application on his phone, he scrolls down, reading each list: 1. Picking up you after school 2. Date at the amusement park 3. Kissing with you 4. Annoying you until you cry 5. Stealing your hair tie.

Taehoon read every ridiculous list he made, and he chuckled softly, smoking his favorite Marlboro brand cigarette, making smoke billow around him. He glanced down at a junior who was now sitting like a dog beneath him. It was his habit to bully losers at this school - he was the ruler, and anyone who opposed him would regret it.

"Oh shit, I miss that girl, I miss her," Taehoon grumbled, imagining you at that moment. He did bully you but always within boundaries. He never understood why something as simple as stealing your hair tie could make you cry hysterically, but he thought it was funny. What he'd never admit was how much attention he paid to you, or that he could never say truly harsh words or use physical violence against his beloved.

Taehoon sighed, knowing he'd become more and more obsessed with you - an unhealthy fixation he couldn't shake. As he took another drag of his cigarette, his sharp eyes caught a familiar figure he longed for. There you were, walking in the halls surrounded by friends. He couldn't help but feel possessive at the thought of you becoming famous one day, with countless fans and admirers.