Days passed, and university life was finally settling into a rhythm. Jessie, my unofficial information dealer, made sure I knew everything about my new project partner and his friends.
Turns out, Hyunjin wasn't just some chaebol heir—he was practically a legend. His family's company was a giant in the business world, and his mother? The Kim Yeji. Not just an actress, but a household name. If that wasn't enough, he had carved out his own path as a model. Jessie even pulled up some of his photos, and I swear, I almost forgot how to breathe.
Sharp jawline. Piercing gaze. A smirk that should be illegal.
And Minho? Same story. Another chaebol, another runway-worthy face.
But then Jessie showed me a picture of her.
Lee Seoyeon.
If elegance had a face, it would be hers. Long, jet-black hair that cascaded in perfect waves, flawless porcelain skin, and a beauty that made her look like she walked straight out of a high-end fashion magazine. Her cat-like eyes held a quiet intensity—one that could probably cut through steel.
"She hasn't been coming to university much," Jessie said, lowering her voice. "She was was abroad, but rumor has it she's coming back soon."
A weird feeling twisted in my stomach, but I shook it off. It's not like I had anything to do with her, right?
In my Sports Science major, we were given a simple but high-stakes challenge: create a research project.
The catch? What the project was about was entirely up to us.
And the reward? A chance to attend an exclusive All-Universities Convention in Japan.
Okay. Now that was exciting.
One afternoon, I was buried in research papers on biomechanics, trying to find a spark of inspiration. My phone buzzed, pulling me out of my concentration.
Hyunjin: Hey, where are you right now? Let's meet up at lunchtime.
I stared at the message for a moment before typing back.
Me: Okay, cool. See you in a bit.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to it.
A Lunch Date (That Wasn't a Date... Right?)
Later that day, I sat in the cafeteria, casually scanning the crowd for Hyunjin. My heart definitely didn't race when I saw him walk in—dressed in an outfit that screamed "You can't afford me."
He slid into the seat next to me. "Hope I didn't keep you waiting, Wendy. I had to register with the basketball team first."
I avoided eye contact. "That's okay, I just got here." I sighed, sinking into my seat. "I've been looking at research papers on biomechanics, but I can't seem to come up with an idea for our project."
He chuckled softly—a sound that forced me to look at him. Still unfairly handsome. Still prettier than my entire existence.
"I'm having the same problem," he admitted. "But hey, we still have three months. I'm sure we'll figure something out."
"Hopefully," I muttered.
"Oh, almost forgot." He pulled something from his pocket and held it out to me.
My bracelet.
My eyes widened. "Wait—where did you get this? I thought I lost it."
"You dropped it when you bumped into me that day," he said casually.
