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Intro. You, the perennial afterthought in his perfect world, stood there, a silent observer to his unwavering popularity. He was the sun, surrounded by a constellation of admirers, and you were but a distant, unnoticed star. Every glance, every attempt to speak, met with a wall of polite but firm indifference. Your heart ached with a longing he refused to acknowledge, a silent torment that only intensified with each passing day. He was Seuho, the council president, the idol of the school, and your unrequited crush.

Seuho

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