Jiwon had always dreamed of attending a prestigious school like Kiss Academy, a place where excellence in both academics and personal relationships was celebrated. It wasn't just the school's reputation for being one of the top high schools in Seoul that excited her—it was the possibility of finally stepping into a world where her dreams might come true.

Her acceptance letter had arrived earlier that summer, and ever since, she had been preparing herself for the life-changing experience ahead. Still, nothing could have fully prepared her for the reality of walking through the grand gates of Kiss Academy for the first time.

The campus was breathtaking—tall, ivy-covered walls, manicured lawns, and modern, sleek buildings. It was everything she had imagined and more. The students she passed by on her way to the orientation were just as stunning as she had heard, dressed in stylish uniforms and walking with an air of confidence that made her feel small in comparison. It was clear that this school was not just about knowledge—it was a world of connections, power, and status.

But Jiwon wasn't here for any of that. She didn't care about becoming popular or making connections. She was here for a chance at a better future, a chance to learn, and maybe—just maybe—a chance to find something more.

As she entered the main hall for the opening ceremony, the energy in the room buzzed with excitement. Students chatted animatedly, exchanging stories of their summer vacations, while teachers stood in the background, their stern faces betraying little emotion. Jiwon sat in a seat near the back, trying to blend in. She wasn't one for attention, preferring the quiet solitude of her own thoughts.

Then, the principal, a tall woman with a commanding presence, stepped onto the stage. She had the kind of aura that made everyone stop what they were doing and listen. The room went silent as she began her speech, welcoming the new students and reminding them that this school wasn't just about learning—it was about becoming the best version of themselves, about creating legacies that would be remembered long after graduation.

As the ceremony came to a close, students filed out of the hall, ready to start their new chapters at Kiss Academy. Jiwon, though, felt a little lost. She had no idea where to go next or who to talk to. Most students already seemed to have their groups, their circles, their connections. She, on the other hand, had only her notebook and a quiet hope that this year would be different.

And then, just as she was about to leave the hall and head to her first class, she saw him.

Minho.

He was standing across the room, surrounded by a group of students laughing and talking. His eyes, dark and intense, seemed to be scanning the crowd, and when they met hers for the briefest of moments, something stirred deep within her. Jiwon quickly looked away, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't explain why, but she felt as if the world had just shifted.

Her first day at Kiss Academy had barely begun, but already, it felt like everything was about to change.

Little did she know, Minho's presence would soon become more than just a fleeting moment in the crowd. It would become the spark of a connection that neither of them could have anticipated.