They say first love is unforgettable-messy, inconvenient, painful... but magical. Me? I never believed in that kind of thing. I was too busy trying to survive Grade 11 at Roosevelt University-dealing with group projects where no one meets the deadline, crying over small problems, and overthinking everything at 2 a.m. Love? Yeah, not really part of my plans. Especially not with a stranger who stole my taxi-and my temper-on a Monday morning. He was arrogant. Calm in the most infuriating way. Dressed in black like a K-drama second lead, with a smug look that screamed I win arguments for fun. I figured I'd never see him again. The universe said otherwise. He showed up in my classroom. Same guy. Now a transferee-quiet, mysterious, annoyingly unreadable. He barely spoke, but when he did? It got to me. All of it did. Then came the twist. He wasn't just some rude guy from the street. He was the author-yes, that author-the one behind the viral novels that left me sobbing at 3 a.m. No one knows it's him. Except maybe... me. Our conversations are sarcastic fencing matches. Our silences, deafening. And every accidental brush or lingering glance? Chaos. Absolute chaos. We weren't supposed to be anything more than classmates. But fate-and group work-had other plans. From hallway glances to IG DMs, from late-night calls to quiet moments under the stars-I started falling. Not gently. Not slowly. But in a way that made me question everything. Because behind his smile is pain. And behind mine? Maybe the same. They say first love is unforgettable-but is it always meant to last? What if it's not about forever, but about who we become in the process? When the truth finally comes out... Was he just my first love? Or my last shot at something real? First Love is a slow-burn, secret-filled story that asks: What if the one who broke your walls... was also hiding behind his own?