Chapter 7: Through the Window

Mr Seung-hyun, my teacher, stared in amusement—until a blaring motorbike engine cut through his soft chuckle. I hesitated, drifting to the window, peering past the satin curtains at the cobblestone street below. Empty. Grey. Silent. And then—him. Leaning against the wall, casual as if the night belonged to him.

The leather jacket draped over him like midnight silk, dangerous yet irresistible. His hair was wolfish, streaked with green and blonde slashes that tore through the black like neon scars. Red eyes burned beneath the fringe—piercing, predatory, impossible to ignore. Silver glinted everywhere: three rings in each ear, a nose stud catching the light, rebellion carved into flesh. Black cargo jeans hung loose, heavy with secrets.

I stared, helpless, awe and confusion colliding inside me, each thought sharper than the last. It shouldn’t have worked—but damn, it was intoxicating. Seung‑hun leaned closer, his tone low and deliberate. “Etch it into your memory: Hyun‑joon." And then I learned his name—Hyun‑joon. It struck like a spark, branding itself into my memory, a word as dangerous and magnetic as the man himself.

The name echoed in my mind—Hyun‑joon. And before I could breathe, his eyes locked on mine through the window.