Seojin followed Minho and his friends through the bustling campus. The chatter of students, the occasional shout across courtyards, and the distant hum of construction blended into the rhythm of his first day. He noticed details he might have ignored elsewhere—the way students' eyes followed him, the subtle tension of rival groups, and even the faint spark of curiosity in certain faces.
Blake and James were easy to talk to, though cautious, still sizing him up, while Minho seemed to thrive on bridging gaps, his energy infectious. As they walked, Seojin noticed a girl standing near the fountain, her posture confident but calm, eyes scanning the crowd as though measuring everything around her. There was something about her—an aura of independence that immediately intrigued him.
Seojin's internal smirk returned. This place promised excitement, challenges, and unpredictability—exactly what he craved beneath his cold exterior.
As the group approached the main college building, Seojin's piercing eyes caught a flash of movement from the corner of the courtyard. Someone had noticed him, and he had noticed them. For the first time in a while, he felt a subtle tension ripple through him—a sensation that whatever happened next wouldn't be ordinary.
Because in a school filled with ambition, beauty, and curiosity, first impressions weren't just important—they were everything.
And Seojin had just arrived.