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3 years ago — Seoul National University.
(Se-na pov)
It started with spilled coffee.
I was hurrying to class, juggling a laptop, textbooks, and a cheap iced americano. I rounded the corner—too fast—and collided with a wall.
No.
Not a wall. A man.
Cold coffee soaked his designer blazer.
He stared down at me like I'd committed a war crime.
My heart dropped. "Oh my god—I'm so sorry!"
No response. Just silence. I looked up.
And met those eyes.
Sharp. Cold. Unapologetically rich.
He was beautiful in a cruel kind of way. Raven-black hair, long lashes, bone structure that could cut glass. And a gaze that made my skin prickle.
"You should watch where you're going," he said, voice low, bored. "Unless you're trying to get attention."
I blinked. "Excuse me?"
He arched one perfect brow, brushing the stain off his expensive coat like it was dirt. "Typical scholarship case. Clumsy and loud."
That hurt.
But I didn't show it.
"I said I was sorry. And I'm not ashamed of being on a scholarship," I said, chin lifting slightly. "At least I earned it."
That stopped him.
His gaze slid back to mine, this time slower. Like he was finally seeing me.
"…What's your name?"
"Yoon Se-na."
He smirked. "Don't remember asking."
Then he turned and walked off, phone already pressed to his ear.
—
I learned later that day:
His name was Kang Jae-won.
Business major.
Heir to some massive conglomerate no one dared name out loud.
Rich. Rude. Worshipped by every girl on campus.
He had a bodyguard at all times, a private black car, and a reputation for breaking hearts without looking back.
And yet…
The next time we crossed paths—he remembered me.
Too well.
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