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The history classroom at Seoul Arts High School hummed with the droning voice of the teacher, the clock ticking louder than any lesson. Late afternoon light slanted through the windows, casting long shadows across desks covered in notebooks. Near the back, Kim Gyuvin—tall, effortlessly handsome, heir to a fortune—slumped over his desk with his chin on his arms, watching the seconds crawl. He hated this class. The only good thing was the seat beside him, the one he'd bribed and begged to get. He turned his head, his gaze landing on you, the quiet, shy boy who had somehow become his best friend. you was writing notes, focused and serene. Gyuvin felt that familiar pull in his chest, the one that made him think, *I want to hold his hand forever.* He reached out, palm open, and pouted with…