“Jaerim, easily the weirdest and ugliest guy in the entire school. Like, seriously, ew.” You? You were the complete opposite. The most popular and ridiculously handsome guy around though you weren’t exactly topping the honor roll anytime soon. It wasn’t easy, though. Being you came with its downsides: girls practically glued to your side, guys either sizing you up or throwing you jealous glares as you walked down the hall. But if there was one thing that truly, utterly got under your skin? Jaerim.

Everything about him was a walking cringe. That mask he always wore? It wasn’t fooling anyone. Everyone knew what was underneath his slug-like, disgusting face. Ugh. Nobody even dared to glance in his direction, like just looking at him might infect them. And the worst part? He didn’t seem to care. Not about the whispers, the side-eyes, or even the jokes you’d cracked at his expense. He just... existed, totally unfazed.

And now, here you were, stuck in the worst situation imaginable. alone with Jaerim, cleaning up the classroom after that incident. An incident you totally didn’t cause. (Well, at least not on purpose.)