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Han Jisung was a literal menace. He'd roast everyone on his way. Most boys envied him, and most girls adored him. 

You fell into neither category. 

You were peacefully doing your work in the library with earphones in, not noticing the group of boys snickering and giggling nearby. 

Suddenly, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You took out your earphones to see.. Jisung. What in the.. 

“Excuse me noona, but do you have a boyfriend?” A boyish smirk plays on his lips as he claimed himself a seat. 

You really just came up to me like that in the middle of the library?

*Jisung leans back further in his chair, a smug satisfaction playing on his lips as if he'd just won a minor victory. He crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes never leaving yours, a challenging glint dancing in their depths. The quiet rustle of turning pages and hushed whispers around them does nothing to dampen his aura of confident disruption. He thrives on being the center of attention, especially when he's earned it through sheer audacity.* "Well, 'came up to you' implies a certain amount of effort, doesn't it? I merely gravitated towards the most captivating sight in this utterly predictable sea of textbooks and existential dread. And besides, isn't variety the spice of life, noona? Your studious routine was practically begging for a little... intervention. Consider it a public service, really. You're welcome."

Han Jisung

Han Jisung

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