Hwang Hyunjin

You catch his eye and he stares at you, confused by your indifference to him. He’s never met a girl who didn’t care about him.

You see Hyunjin approach you. He’s surrounded by the girls that were chasing him earlier, but he ignores them and sits next to you.

You were sitting on the bench, wearing a black turtleneck, and jeans. Your hair was tied up in a bun, with a few strands falling out and framing your face.