Episode 4
Do-hyeon’s juniors came rushing over, eager for news.
They had discovered who had reported Kwon Do-hyeon at the library.
It was the female student who had sat right next to Yunseo. A sophomore in Computer Engineering, the junior explained, practically living in the library, obsessed with coding—and, apparently, just as intense in appearance.
Do-hyeon’s ID photo had been quietly removed from the DK Foundation website, replaced with a press release filled with figures and numbers, declaring a ten-billion-won project.
If word got out that he had been drinking in the library, it could have caused serious trouble. Precautions were taken in advance, and as a result, Do-hyeon no longer had to spend long evenings killing time in the library.
Wasn’t that… a good thing?
When he thought of the woman, he felt a strange mix of mischief and gratitude—torn between wanting to thank her or apologize for the report.
Later, Do-hyeon noticed her running up and down a hill, carrying a bag nearly as big as her body. He slowed his car, pulling closer to the sidewalk.
Should I at least say something?
As if on cue, he rolled down the window.
“Hey.”
Oops. This wasn’t going as planned.
“You?” Yunseo replied, more sharply than intended.
She hadn’t meant to start a fight, but it seemed he had completely forgotten about her. You reported me, and now you act like I don’t exist?
Do-hyeon’s expression was filled with arrogance as he stepped out of the car.
Yunseo had spent her free time studying in a café before rushing out to prepare for her next class. Unfortunately, her laptop had shut down unexpectedly on the day she had to register for classes, throwing her schedule into disarray. She was taking a subject she would never have chosen on her own, adding an inefficient route to her day. To avoid being late, she quickened her pace.
Squeak.
That’s when a flashy car skimmed to a stop in front of her. The window rolled down with a swoosh, and a man with a sculpted face and serious expression snapped his fingers.
“Hey.”
Hey? Yunseo frowned at the informality. The man’s face seemed familiar… where had she seen him before?
“Me? Did you just say ‘hey’?”
The car, like the man himself, radiated an undeniable aura. Born into wealth and privilege, it seemed the world itself lay at his feet. Yunseo felt a flicker of inadequacy bubbling up inside her, but she quickly suppressed it.
“You?”
“What is it?” he replied, raising an eyebrow.
“It was you. You were the one who teased me.”
Only then did she remember. This was the rascal drinking in the library reading room. A man who had claimed seats for himself, drinking, playing games, disregarding the rules. Not the type to care about anyone else.
The man got out of his car, brazenly stopping on the side of the road without concern for traffic.
“I knew it. Don’t try to run. Who’s going to eat you?”
He was incredibly tall. Yunseo had to tilt her head back to look at him.
“Because of you, I’m off for the weekend. No, that’s not it,” he added with a shrug.
What kind of sane person would be so petty about this? She thought he didn’t even study in the library. Why care about being banned for life?
“What year are you in? Computer Engineering?”
“Why?”
“Because you’re pretty.”
He really was a thug. Yunseo wanted to turn and leave, but he wasn’t done. He called someone, gave his location, instructed them to take his car, and then casually pulled a large tumbler from inside the vehicle.
She recognized it immediately—it was the same one from the library.
“Drunk driving…” Yunseo muttered.
The man raised his eyebrows, unbothered.
“It’s cassia seed tea,” he said, trying to open the lid to prove it. Yunseo waved him off.
“What does it matter if it’s cassia seeds, soju, or beer?”
“Where are you going? Should I take you?”
“No.”
“I’m bored alone.”
“I’m not bored. I’m busy… But, you were driving drunk, right?”
Strangers. They barely knew each other, only passing glimpses, yet here he was, pestering her with trivial remarks. Yunseo could tell he was driving under the influence.
“I said it’s cassia seed tea,” he repeated.
Ignoring him, she pressed forward. He hummed a tune, following her effortlessly.
Unlike Yunseo, burdened by her heavy bag, he walked lightly, sipping from his oversized tumbler.
She clicked her tongue. No laptop, no tablet… how did he even get in?
Her mind raced with questions, glancing up at him. From neat eyebrows and long, single-lidded eyes to a prominent nose bridge, his face was perfectly handsome. His deep eyes seemed to pierce her, cold at first glance, but the corners of his mouth hinted at mischief.
“Are you a physical education student?” she asked.
“Ah. Do you like men with nice bodies?” he replied with a grin.
“…No, what?”
“They’re better at everything than the physical education department. Not even behind in sports,” he added.
A suited man climbed into his sports car behind them, a subtle reminder of his wealth and connections. Yunseo glanced between the car and the man, sighing.
What is this situation?
“Why are you following me? Do you know me?” she demanded.
“I’ve been thinking about last week all weekend. And this face just popped into my head,” he said, reaching out as if to grab her chin. Instinctively, she raised her arm to shield herself.
“That’s what I thought.”
“…….”
“I have to give you my number,” he continued, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Yunseo shook her head. He’s impossible.
“It’s still course correction period. What liberal arts are you taking?”
“…….”
“Shall we sit in on class together?”
“…….”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
So, this was flirting.
Yunseo had experienced confessions before, but typically, men were hesitant, stammering when she called them over. Her own reserved demeanor made her appear cold, creating an invisible wall.
“Hey.”
Because he was crazy, he used polite language. Not out of fear, but because he wanted to avoid trouble.
“Don’t follow me.”
“Why?”
“…I have a boyfriend.”
“Oh,” he said, whistling, and quickened his pace. His long legs carried him effortlessly.
“You have a boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Then flirt with me. I’ll do better.”
“…low quality,” she muttered.
He ran forward, laughing, as if suggesting infidelity were some game.
Yunseo turned to check, and the man waved before climbing into a waiting sports car, roaring off past her.
The man’s name was Kwon Do-hyun.
Business Administration, not Physical Education. Though he wasn’t necessarily the top of his class, he was the youngest in the DK Group and highly cherished. A natural at every sport imaginable—horseback riding, golf, judo, tennis, football, hockey—but his entry into college was thanks to an exceptional CSAT score.
Confidence and arrogance radiated from him, born with a diamond spoon in his mouth—something Yunseo could never claim.
Later, a senior saw Yunseo on her way to a liberal arts class and asked how she knew Kwon Do-hyun.
“You really didn’t know who he was?”
“Yes, senior.”
“Wow. Han Yun-seo, you really don’t pay attention. Kwon Do-hyun… he’s been a hot topic since entering school. You started last year, right? That was when he returned from military service, going out and having fun.”
“Did that senior serve in the military too?” Yunseo asked, surprised.
“Yes. Special Forces. He just returned this year—school’s been in uproar ever since.”
The business administration and computer engineering buildings were far apart, each reflecting the tendencies of their respective departments.
“Senior, but… that person… I don’t know much, but his eyes are a bit…”
“Huh?”
“I’m back. I’m back,” Yunseo muttered.
