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Hwang Seo-Joon
Parents: Seong Gi-hun & Hwang In-ho
Hwang Seo-Joon stands at 176 cm and lived on the earth for 17 years, with soft black hair parted in the middle and sharp dark brown eyes that always seem deep in thought. A faint birthmark on his right cheek adds character to his otherwise composed expression.
As the son of the new school's principal, he’s already the subject of whispers, but he doesn’t let it get to him. Loyal, ambitious, and resilient, Seo-Joon isn’t one to back down from a challenge. A dedicated football player, he pushes himself harder than anyone, driven by a restless energy that won’t let him settle.
His style leans dark academia, favoring oversized shirts, baggy jeans, and layered jackets, always accessorized with bracelets, rings, and a chain necklace. He blends in, yet somehow stands out.
Being the new kid isn’t easy, but Seo-Joon knows how to adapt. He keeps his grades decent, his mind sharp, and his emotions in check. But beneath his cool exterior, he overthinks everything—a strategist at heart, always planning his next move. Brave and determined, he refuses to be just another face in the crowd. He’s here to make his mark.Kang So-Min
Parents: Kang Sae-Byeok & Ji-Yeong
Kang So-Min, 17, is a sharp mind wrapped in quiet mystery. With deep brown eyes that seem to catch everything and a sarcastic wit that keeps people on their toes, she moves through life with confidence. She's independent and ambitious, always focused on the bigger picture, but beneath her cool exterior, there’s a kind heart that few get to see.
Her black, medium-length wolf cut frames her face, freckles dusting her cheeks like constellations. At 170 cm, she carries herself with effortless ease, often seen in loose Y2K-inspired outfits—cargo jeans, monochrome tops, oversized sweatshirts, and collared blouses. She sticks to neutral tones, accessorizing with headphones, layered necklaces, and arm warmers, always looking effortlessly put together.
A skilled tennis player, So-Min balances sports and solid grades, though her past lingers—especially with Eun-Young and Hyeon-Ju, her ex-childhood friends. Observant yet distant, she never reveals more than necessary, keeping the world guessing.Cho Min-ho
Parents: Cho sang-woo & Ali Abdul
Cho Min-Ho, 16, is a kind-hearted dreamer with a natural warmth that draws people in. Always ready with a joke or an encouraging word, he makes even the heaviest days feel a little lighter. Though easygoing and funny, he’s also brave and diligent, never hesitating to stand up for others or push himself toward his goals. His mind often wanders into creative ideas, but when it matters, he’s fully present.
At 169 cm, Min-Ho has a head of deep dark brown curls, slightly messy but effortlessly charming. His black eyes hold quiet curiosity, and when he smiles, his dimples make it impossible not to smile back.
His style is laid-back yet thoughtful, favoring baggy jorts or pants, loose t-shirts, and flannels in shades of beige, dark blue, white, or tan. He accessorizes with bracelets, beanies, rings, and a watch, giving him a relaxed yet put-together look. A dedicated basketball player with strong grades and a close friendship with Nira, Min-Ho is the kind of person who lifts others up—creative, courageous, and as kind as an angel.Jang Hyeon-ju
Parents: Jang Deok-su & Byeong gi
Jang Hyeon-Ju, 17, is effortlessly charismatic, the kind of person who walks into a room and owns it without trying. He’s blunt but never mean, his sharp humor making people laugh even when they shouldn’t. Impulsive and a little reckless, he acts first, thinks later, but somehow always lands on his feet. He may not be as smart as a doctor, but he fights like a gangster—quick, fearless, and always ready to throw himself into the action.
Standing at 177 cm, Hyeon-Ju has a lean, athletic build from years of football and taekwondo. His soft black surf-cut hair often falls over his brown eyes, and a scar on his nose bridge adds to his effortlessly cool look.
His style leans into Stockholm streetwear, favoring neutral colors, layered fits, and staple accessories like watches, chain necklaces, and caps. As one of the richest kids in school, he never brags but never hides it either. Twins with Jang Eun-Young and once childhood friends with So Min, his past is as layered as his wardrobe.Jang Eun-Young
Parents: Jang Deok-su & Byeong gi
Jang Eun-Young, 17, is the kind of girl who owns every room she walks into. She knows how to handle both words and people, navigating social circles with effortless charm and sharp intelligence. She’s bold, honest, and sarcastic, never one to sugarcoat the truth, yet her charisma makes her impossible to dislike. Stubborn to the core, she refuses to back down from a challenge—whether it’s a test, a game, or an argument.
At 168 cm, Eun-Young looks like she stepped straight out of a magazine, her long, soft butterfly-cut hair framing her striking brown eyes. Widely considered the prettiest girl in school, her presence alone demands attention.
Her fashion is sleek and polished, embodying women’s Stockholm street style in neutral tones, layered jewelry, sunglasses perched on her head, and delicate hair accessories. As the queen bee of the school, she’s not just a pretty face—she’s a straight A-student, a skilled volleyball player, and trained in self-defense. One of the richest kids in school, she carries her status effortlessly. Twins with Jang Hyeon-Ju and an ex-childhood friend of So Min, her past is just as layered as her personality.Choi Joon-woo
Parents: Choi Su-bong (Thanos) & Namgyu
Choi Joon-Woo, 17, is a reckless, rebellious whirlwind who lives life on his own terms. Fearless and stubborn, he never backs down from anything, whether it’s a fight, a dare, or a bad decision. With his cheeky humor and wild energy, he’s the type to stir up chaos and somehow charm his way out of trouble. A little nutty but surprisingly nice, he’s got a good heart buried beneath his impulsive antics.
Standing at 174 cm, Joon-Woo’s look is as bold as his personality. His short mullet, dyed red with black roots, stands out, as does the slit in his left eyebrow—whether it’s intentional or from a past mishap, no one really knows. His skater-boy style is effortless—oversized t-shirts, baggy jeans, and jersey shirts, paired with Jordans or Adidas. Accessories like headphones, rings, bracelets, and caps complete the look.
His grades are awful, but he’s an insanely talented rapper, a gift passed down from his father. He vapes, smokes, and nurses a not-so-secret fat crush on Eun-Young, though whether she takes him seriously is another story.Park Nari
Parents: Park Min-su & Semi
Park Nari, 16, is as kind-hearted as they come, always putting others before herself. She’s a gentle soul, the kind of person who listens more than she speaks, offering quiet support when it’s needed most. Though shy at first, once she’s comfortable, her cheerful and adaptable nature shines through. She’s a bit of an overthinker, constantly second-guessing herself, but her compassion and supportiveness make her an irreplaceable friend.
Standing at 163 cm, Nari has a soft, black short wolfcut that frames her warm brown eyes, often hidden behind her glasses. Her snake bite piercings add a subtle edge to her otherwise delicate appearance.
Her style leans into the soft/coquette aesthetic, favoring flowy fabrics, ribbons, and pastel or neutral tones. She pairs her outfits with UGGs, leg warmers, scarves, and delicate jewelry, giving her a dreamy, romantic look. With decent grades and a close bond with Min-Ho, she’s a quiet but essential presence, someone whose warmth lingers long after she’s gone.Lee Chin Hae
Parents: Lee Myunggi & Kim Jun-hee
Lee Chin-Hae, 16, is the kind of person who stands his ground but goes with the flow—a rare mix of boldness and agreeability. He’s loyal to a fault, always backing up his friends, but his cynical outlook makes him question everything before fully committing. Despite his sharp wit, he’s open-minded and creative, always finding new ways to approach things. As an extrovert, he thrives in social settings, effortlessly drawing people in with his energy.
At 168 cm, Chin-Hae has a distinct look, with black, hard-textured British guard-style hair and a small mole to the right of his nose. His brown eyes are always filled with quiet amusement, like he’s in on a joke no one else knows.
His style blends vintage and streetwear, layering retro pieces with modern staples. He never leaves the house without headphones, rings, sunglasses, and layered jewelry. A dedicated ice hockey player, he’s almost always covered in bruises from practice. With good grades and a reputation for being both capable and unpredictable, Chin-Hae is the kind of person who keeps life interesting, whether through his words or his actions.Kim Tae-hee
Parents: Lee Myunggi & Kim Jun-hee
Kim Tae-Hee, 16, is a free spirit with a generous heart. She’s the kind of person who will give without hesitation, always looking out for those around her. Determined and committed, once she sets her mind to something, she won’t stop until she sees it through. Though she struggles with insecurities, she masks them well with her adventurous and adaptable nature. She thrives on spontaneity, always seeking new experiences and exciting places to explore.
Standing at 165 cm, Tae-Hee has a soft, long black hime cut that frames her dark brown eyes. Her light freckles add a subtle charm to her naturally warm presence.
Her Acubi-style fashion reflects her love for modern, minimalistic streetwear, effortlessly mixing edgy and casual pieces. She accessorizes with necklaces, bracelets, beanies, and earrings, adding personality to every outfit. With decent grades and a habit of giving people the strangest nicknames, she’s someone who keeps life interesting. Whether she’s planning her next adventure or coming up with an oddly fitting nickname, Tae-Hee brings energy and sincerity to everything she does.
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The first day at a new school was always a strange mix of excitement and dread. Seo-Joon stood before the massive gates of Haneul Academy, with the towering structure looming over him like some mighty fortress. It was his new home for the next year or more, but the sheer size of the place made him feel small. Like something out of a glossy brochure, the school gleamed: its glass windows clear and shiny, the architecture sleek and modern. Chatting students roamed everywhere in the spacious courtyard, their voices forming a soft hum. The sunlight bounced off the pristine white walls, casting long shadows across the pavement. It was a stark contrast to his old school, which had been smaller, more lived-in, with ivy-covered buildings and less polish altogether.
But none of that mattered. For Seo-Joon had learned to detach himself from his surroundings years ago. The real thing to watch out for was always the people.
The chatter around him was a mixture of curiosity and judgment, all floating on the warm breeze. Students, dressed in everything from casual jeans and T-shirts to high-end, effortlessly stylish outfits, passed by without ever giving him a look. They were wrapped up in their own little worlds and didn't care about the new kid—or so he thought.
Seo-Joon, with a backpack slung casually over one shoulder, adjusted his loose black jeans and made his way through the main entrance. The walls were lined with lockers, some adorned by stickers, photos and other personal touches; the floors polished almost unnaturally shiny. The smell of freshly brewed coffee from a nearby cafeteria was mingled with faint traces of paper and ink from textbooks lying around various desks.He passed by different groups of students in the hall: some chattering, some arguing, others laughing. In a quiet corner, a few students sat, leaning over their phones and bringing the world around them to life with the latest news or social media--unconcerned about their own life. But the stares: the eyes that never failed. Whether eyes that darted quickly, avoiding his glance by looking at an almost-anything less person or eyes that watched, waited and let turn into a sort of knowing look--Hwang Seo-Joon was wary of them all."Whispers rushed through the hall as fast as a bird and, like a slight deviation in his step, made Seo-Joon pause for breath. His hand squeezed ever-so light around the strap of his backpack, though he made no other movement. He had already been warned about this by his father, Hwang In-ho: that he himself would be known equally well by his school principal father. He wasn't correctly received as an aloof person, but rather he was labeled. That was the problem. Seo-Joon shut them out of his mind and went forward, pressing on in that direction. He refused to be the center of gossip.
The locker he was directed to was number 457, near the center of the main hallway. He reached out with his hand, a tentative touch running along its sleek metallic exterior while looking around. To his left, a group of female students were whispering and scheming against some stars. On his right was the sound of the vending machine that almost drowned out their chatter as the girl picked up an orange drink with a loud clink. Before he could open the locker, he heard a voice."New guy, huh?"
Seo-Joon turned to find a boy beside him, leaning against the locker with one hand, and the other slid into his pocket in an easy fashion.
He had an easygoing sort of smile hanging onto his lips. His hair was coffee-brown, and in disarray--as if he had tried but halfway through decided to give up. He wore a loose sweatshirt, torn jeans and sneakers, nothing too formal yet never without its own kind of grace.
"Right," Seo-Joon agreed, "First day of school."
His grin was even broader as he pushed himself up from the lockers and held out a hand. "My name’s Min-ho, your first official tour guide."
Seo-Joon hesitated for a moment before shaking his hand, noting the warmth and confidence within the grip. Min-ho was not a man who tried too hard; his presence was magnetic in its own way. He was the kind of fella who made you want to talk with him about anything or absolutely nothing.
"How do you like it so far?" Min-ho asked, his eyes shining with merriment.
Seo-Joon tilted his head slightly, letting the noise of the hallway fill the cave. "It's okay. Just attracts a bit too much attention for my taste."Min-ho chuckled. "Oh, sure. You're always a centre of curiosity when you're the new kid in town. But when you're also the principal's kid? Double trouble."
Seo-Joon raised one eyebrow. "So everyone’s heard of me then?"
Min-Ho gave a half shrug, his expression light. "It's no big deal. You're kind of famous here, whether you like it or not." He glanced Seo-Joon over for a moment, then the playful quirk in his brown eyes softened out as his curiosity turned more serious. "But don’t worry. No one will tear off your head. Not unless you give some reason to."
Before Seo-Joon could say anything a girl had already walked up to them. She was tall with sharp features and shoulder-length black hair that was cut perfectly for her face. Her dark eyes were keen, constantly calculating everything around; the clean lines of her mouth held only inscrutable strength. Her clothes were simple--a black tank top and waist-high jeans--yet they exuded a sort of silent confidence.
She sauntered over to Min-Ho and rested her arms on her chest."Min-Ho, stop scaring the newcomer."
"Scaring?" He put an offended hand on his heart. "I was welcoming!"
The girl rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling slightly. "Your welcoming his words tracked. Then she saluted Seo-Joon. ‘My name is So-Min. Nice meeting you, new guy. Don’t mind him, he's harmless. "
Seo-Joon smiled back. "Nice to meet you too."
After their brief encounter by the lockers, Min-Ho took him to the first class--which was maths located above, on the second floor. The stairs creaked slightly underfoot, sharing the common noise within an otherwise quiet corridor.The math classroom was well-lit, with sunlight filtering through open windows. The whiteboard was a mass of chalky formulas-type on top. Students chatted almost inaudibly, but as soon as So-Joon tiptoed in, eyes turned his way, daggers glanced out murderous light around at random people. It wasn’t unfriendly; the stares were so bloody curious.
Before lunch, the day had already begun to blur.
The cafeteria swarmed with life-noisy, rough laughter cracking like an echo. Min-Ho seated So-Joon near the middle of the room, where beams of sunlight streamed in from windows high and wide, casting the area into a warm gold shadow.
"This is the place," Min-Ho loaded his tray onto the table before him.
So-Min walked over a moment later and slid into the bench across from Seo-Joon. "Every first day always feels like a whirl," She shook her head, putting down her tray. "But you seem to be doing pretty well. Most folks today would be sweating like hell."
Seo-Joon shrugged, "Wouldn't say that."
"Then don’t rush yourself into thinking it’s all smooth sailing just yet," Min-Ho laughed. "Because the true examination lies when you have to face one of the good ones." He gestured at the lively bunches of students around them, "Take it from me-these people can drag in a baker's dozen."
"So they will find it hard, because the school is a hotbed of life"—with a joking smile, So-Min again broke in. "But as long as you don't lose your head, there's no harm in any of it.""I know." Seo-Joon felt a lightening of his heart. It seemed like the first time he had actually spoken with someone in real conversation that wasn’t either a look or murmurs in his ear. These two people were different--down to earth and easy-going. Listening to their laughter, Seo-Joon suddenly realized that, for the first time today, he felt like he actually could fit in here.
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The buzz over the principal’s son had died down a bit, but still remained in the background like static to which he could find no off switch. But today there was something different in the air. It was not quite as tense as before. Perhaps he had survived the first day without making a fool of himself, or perhaps it was because he had already been able to meet a few people. So-Min had been just like he had expected, sharp, distant, with eyes sucking in all detail. She was not the kind of person who got friendly in a hurry, but there was something about her that made him curious. That had been what she said to him yesterday when she was silent, burrowing a thread of friendship through the chaos. It became his compass point as he fought his way through the snarl of rumors and preconceptions. And then there was Min-Ho. He was a guy who was absolutely the opposite of So-Min in the best possible way. He was warm, friendly, and he always had a joke or a light-hearted comment to keep things from becoming unbearably heavy. As they talked, Seo-Joon felt as if he was not wholly alone in this school. Min-Ho told Seo-Joon in no uncertain terms that he was someone who really wanted to make sure Seo-Joon didn’t feel out of place.He recognized So-Min and Min-Ho by their lockers, which is exactly the same as yesterday: So-Min leans against a metal one with crossed arms and an expression that looks content amidst such chaos; the other side looks peaceful too. Min-Ho is busy straightening his flannel shirt while sitting back casually on it.Seo-Joon felt a glimmer of relief. He wouldn’t have to start out this day all by himself. Walking right up to them, waving his hand and saying hello helps to take away any embarrassment that a mini breakfast buffet may cause.“Hey,” he responded, trying not to sound like they were very close friends.Min-Ho looked up first; his dark brown curls bouncing as he grinned widely. “Yo, Seo-Joon! How’s life?”So-Min just barely looked up from her phone, but she nodded briefly. Although one might not have been able to read her mood at this point in time, there was something about being so comfortable that gave off good feelings regardless.“I’m managing to survive,” Seo-Joon responded with a small laugh. “And you guys?”Min-Ho would’ve been lying if he said he could teach himself to be more serious and So-Min still only stared up at him for half the time. But the corners of her lips curled in faint amusement.“I’m doing what I can,” she muttered as her eyes remained firmly on the phone.Their friendship was infectious enough to make Seo-Joon chuckle. They clearly felt at ease with themselves, and for the first time since entering Haneul Academy, Seo-Joon had a sense his footing might just begin right here.But as soon as they began to speak again, a loud voice came down the corridor, breaking through the rumble of conversation about them and shaking the very air. It was impossible to ignore.“Yo! New kid!”Surprised, Seo-Joon turned and opened his eyes. The speaker was a guy with a short, fiery red mullet and black roots that screamed attention. He had a rough-sounding voice, filled with energy; it was impossible not to notice him.With a cocky grin, the guy strode up to them wearing baggy jeans, an oversized T-shirt, and Jordans. A slit in his left eyebrow gave an air of danger, and an unmistakable wild energy shouted that Seo-Joon recognized immediately as trouble.“Hey, so you’re the new kid?” said the grinning guy as he came closer.Seo-Joon was not quite sure how to react, chewing that question over. “Yeah, that’s me.”Almost before Seo-Joon could say much more there was a sharp slap to his back, so hard that he almost lost his step. "I'm Joon-Woo," the other boy said, his smile mischievous yet filled with self-confidence. "You need to brace yourself. In fact, it's like a circus here and I am the lion-tamer."That transformed how Seo-Joon perceived these people. Joon-woo was a name that traveled rapidly throughout the school, even if you didn't seek it. He was a mix of praise and complaints to people--depending on who you asked. The son of a former rapper and a former convict of drug-related charges, his looks screamed bad music, his temper screamed something worse. There was no telling what this guy might do. Seo-Joon thought: "This chap isn't the kind you just meet, he's the kind that happens to you." Then Seo-Joon said nothing more.So-min's expression remained the same, but a smug smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. "Great," she snorted under her breath, completely unimpressed by Joon-Woo's action.Min-Ho, however, laughed, obviously greatly amused by the wild energy that Joon-Woo emitted. "Hoo boy! Here we go. I suppose you've met Joon-Woo," Min-Ho said with a knowing smile on his face.Joon-Woo gave Min-Ho a look out of the corners of his eyes, mischievously. "You sound like that's a bad thing.” Trust me—if there wasn't me, this school would be even drier." He clapped Seo-Joon on the back again, grinning. "You'll get used to it."Seo-Joon raised an eyebrow, at a loss for how to deal with this character. "Really?"“Oh, you will," Joon-Woo said, "You'll see. Stick with me, child. I'll teach you how to have fun." He hung his arm over Seo-Joon's shoulders. According to Seo-Joon, that was a movement that was almost too haphazard.But So-Min's eyes said to him: "Joon-Woo, sometimes I think YOU should be scolded for not being serious."
He gave her a happy grin that seemed to dance with playfulness. “Nah, I’m good. Seriousness is overrated.”He then turned back to Seo-Joon. “So, whatcha say new kid? Are you ready to survive this week with the rest of us?”So-Min and Min-Ho looked at Seo-Joon for a moment before they turned back to Joon-Woo, who gave them an uncomprehending smile. But the minute he spoke the words, he exhaled. Now he felt deep inside that he didn’t have much choice.“You see?” Joon-Woo said, smugly. “You're already beginning to fit in.”As the group hurried off to class, Seo-Joon realized that he had somehow landed in the midst of a small, unruly friend group. It wasn’t gangbangers; So-Min was the type of cool-headed tough and sharp-witted girl who liked softness to hard, Min-Ho steered calmly through life, and now there’s Joon-Woo. It didn't fit, but at the same time it did."Whoa, Black Betty!" Joon-woo commented, his teeth flashing ever so briefly as if under some kind of pressure. It wasn't much, but now there was something else.A sarcastic reply came out of So-Min's mouth.The remark triggered laughter from Min-Ho."Wow," Joon-Woo said, itself almost a bordering-on-stupid story.Although it wasn't much in any one specific thing, it was still enough.For the first time, Seo-Joon grew curious about whether he was not as alone at this place as he thought. Maybe, for all of this, he might even be able to belong here.And so, for the first time, the bell of class will eventually ring and make him smile a little. Just a little.But it might not be impossible that Haneul Academy holds no good for Seo-Joon.
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Seo-Joon put on a pair of new shoes and a windbreaker. His fingers ran through the blades of grass slowly on his way to football practice. The first day on the field, in this aspect, there is a different quality of energy-more intense and more requiring. First two days were made up mainly of introductions, simple drills. Now things are serious. No more just attending practice like he used to. Today was about proving that he belonged here though. Seo-Joon felt that familiar nervousness of excitement knotting in his diaphragm. This was not the kind of nervousness which arose from doubt. It was the pressure of expectation, and knowing that he had to do better than his best. He was new here, and other people were already noticing him. But not in the way he wanted it to be. The fact that he was the principal's son followed him like a silent accusation, and he felt already the inquietude of these people around him speaking in whispers. They were all curious for some reason; some were even skeptical in a way, as if he were some kind of cliché. But Seo-Joon was not interested in that, he was here for one thing, football. He was not going to let who his father was define him, and only on the field could he show the world that.“All right, fellows!” Coach Han's voice cut through the team's chatter. He was at the edge of the field, his presence stopping any unnecessary noise or trouble. “Today's practice is for everyone to be together. It’s not always being a lone alpha wolf, it is about how you fit in with your fellow. You may be the best player in the world, but unless you know how to cooperate closely with your comrade-comrade, then no use whatever to me.”Seo-Joon swallowed and his nerves spiked as Coach Han’s eyes swept across the team; a silent challenge hung in the air. A no-nonsense kind of guy, the coach demanded results and wouldn‘t put up with anybody's slack. Seo-Joon didn't know this, but he was about to have his work cut out for him. "You’ll be practicing in pairs today, the people I call are partners!" Coach Han continued firmly in a voice that had strength to it from start to finish. After a deep breath he took, he scanned the field. "Seo-Joon!" The coach's gaze landed on him. Seo-Joon felt the pressure hitting him squarely in his chest. "You're with Hyeon-Ju."Seo-Joon blinked. Hyeon-Ju? The name had come up a couple of times, always in the context of high praise, but he hadn't yet had a chance to speak with the man. Looking around, Seo-Joon tried to spot him in the crowd of players. Then, there he was, Hyeon-Ju was walking toward him, his tall frame cutting through the group like a sharp knife. It was easy the way he moved, an easy swagger that made him stand out even more than his height.The soft black surf-cut hair of Hyeon-Ju hung slightly over his brown eyes as he walked along. He was at ease too, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth like he was already in the midst of a joke. Dressed in simple training clothes—a black, baggy shirt and grey sweatpants. His presence on the field stopped people in their tracks—literally, heads spun around involuntarily as though drawn toward it."What's up?" Hyeon-Ju called as he approached Seo-Joon, calm and genial in his voice. "You're Seo-Joon, aren't you?" Seo-Joon nodded, extending a hand. "Yes, that's me. I guess today we're partners."He shook his head with a touching smile. “You play often?” Hyeon-ju asked. Seo-Joon raised an eyebrow, wondering if it was a public challenge, “I play, but usually lowkey.”“I’m the same,” Hyeon-Ju chuckled even more. “But I always want to see how people deal with the heat.” A glance that said it all. “Are you ready to show Coach what you can do now?”Seo-Joon felt a twinge of the challenge simmering in his heart. One thing was clear, Hyeon-Ju was not simply here to go through the motions; he had come here to win. This made Seo-Joon even more determined to prove himself.The two of them jogged over to the coach, where the team was already assembled. Coach Han was arranging things again, and as soon as Seo-Joon and Hyeon-Ju arrived they were called to another drill.“Today we are going to work on passes, communication, your sense of where each other is going...” Coach Han began. “You pair off for one-on-one plays. You two will start this off!” He said, pointing at Seo-joon and Hyeon-Ju. “Now show us some trust. Let’s see how well you can communicate and how quickly you get into sync.”Seo-Joon lined up with Hyeon-Ju, took a deep breath. Despite the intensity of practice, he mustn't falter now. If he was going to shine in this crowd, he had to stay focused.“Ready?” asked Hyeon-Ju, his voice quiet but full of power."Ready," Seo-Joon said, finding himself; the heart races. A line of adrenaline ran through his veins. Football wasn't to be just simply a game for him-it was the chance for him to shine. He was not interested in any whisperings or suspicions right now. This was the time for him to show that he belonged.The first pass came fast, indeed so fast that Seo-Joon hardly had time to respond before the ball lay at his feet. Hyeon-Ju's mode of action was fast, sharp and instinctual. Whatever he did was done with no self-doubt in him nor even a moment's hesitation. You could tell that this man had been playing football a long time. His understanding of the game, the way he moved-everything about him was precise.Seo-Joon returned the ball with equal precision, but just as he did so, Hyeon-Ju took a quick move at him, closing down his space. Seo-Joon had to up his game, matching Hyeon-Ju’s intensity as he sidestepped, trying to keep control of the ball.Once more the ball shot off its place on his foot, this time toward the goal. Seo-Joon watched as Hyeon-Ju was already on the move, after it in a sprint that was almost unbeatable for speed. The two of them were in lockstep, silent, each anticipating the other's move without needing words-just instinct. No thought, only action.Hyeon-Ju threw himself forward, hammering the ball past the keeper into the back of the net with a quick, sure kick. The sound of the ball hitting the net rang through Seo-Joon’s chest; he stood there in the quiet for several seconds."Nicely done," said Seo-Joon, though his voice strained compared to the spirit that was boiling inside him.Hyeon-Ju turned and glanced back at him, eyes shining with disillusionment. “If you want to keep up here, be quick or you'll get left behind."Seo-Joon grinned. “I’m keeping up.”The next few minutes were a blur of quick passes and intense footwork. The two moved together, their partnership growing ever stronger. The game's pace picked up, and Seo-Joon felt the rhythm germinating between them. It wasn't just about a ball-essentially they were building a friendship in front of everyone's eyes. Without saying a word, they matched each other's actions, providing that kind of naturalness which made it seem like they had planned the entire suite in advance.When Coach Han tooted the whistle, signaling an end to the drill, Seo-Joon was panting for breath and his shanks were burning. But there was another scent in his nostrils, an adrenaline high from the depth of the game.Coach Han surveyed the team, his eyes lingering on the two. "Good work for both of you," he said. “You two really have something going on here. It's just that it's not only about the shots. It's also how you push each other to get better. You two should use this alliance to work harder."As they made their way from the field, Seo-Joon felt the tiredness settling into his body, his legs aching with fatigue. But he also felt something else, a wave of satisfaction that didn’t only come from this fight to prove himself any more. It was the birth of something.Hyeon-Ju slapped him on the back. “Not bad, Seo-Joon. Pretty good.”Seo-Joon nodded, the quiet flames in his heart still not dying. This was only the start.