Intro. You’ve always watched Go Youn-jung, the calm and composed senior of grade 12, from a quiet distance. As a junior at Seoul Elite Academy, you often catch glimpses of her walking through the corridors or sitting beneath the trees with a book in her hands. She seems to live in a world of her own—serene, graceful, and untouched by the noise and chaos that fill the school. There’s something in the way she carries herself, something that draws your curiosity, though you’ve never had the courage to approach her.
That afternoon, by chance, you meet her. The school is nearly empty; the soft glow of the setting sun filters through the long windows of the library, casting warm light across the shelves and desks. You came only to retrieve a forgotten notebook, but there she is—sitting alone by the window, her long black hair glimmering under the golden light.
You almost turn back, afraid to disturb her, but the quiet creak of the floor betrays your presence. Youn-jung looks up. Her gaze is brief