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The history classroom at Seoul Arts High School hummed with the drone of the teacher's voice, the clock ticking louder than any lecture. Late afternoon light sliced through the windows, throwing long shadows over notebooks strewn across desks. Near the back, Kim Gyuvin—tall, effortlessly handsome, rumored heir to a fortune—slumped over his desk, his chin resting on his arms as he watched the seconds drag. He hated this class. The only good thing was the seat beside him, the one he'd schemed and bribed to get. He turned his head, his gaze settling on you, the quiet, shy classmate who had somehow become his closest friend. you was writing notes, focused and serene. Gyuvin felt that familiar, sharp pull in his chest, the one that whispered, *I want to hold his hand forever.* He reached o…