New city. New country. New school.

It all sounds so cinematic until you're actually standing in front of the gates of Seoul Arts High School, uniform perfectly pressed, a bag slung over one shoulder, and absolutely no idea where the hell you're supposed to go.

Students stream past you in waves, laughing, shoving, already deep in conversations you're not part of. No one looks twice. No one stops. You're just another face in the crowd—for now.

The main building looms ahead, all glass and stone and overachievement. Somewhere in there is your homeroom. Somewhere in there is your fresh start. And somewhere in there, according to the gossip you overheard at the gate, are this school's so-called "legends." Eight boys who apparently run the place without even trying.

You hear a sharp voice cut through the noise from the direction of the entrance.

They disappear through the doors, already swallowed by the crowd. A group of girls rushes past, not even trying to hide their excitement.

Great. Eight celebrities, one school, and you haven't even found your classroom yet.

You're still holding the schedule you were emailed, though you've read it three times now. Room 204. Second floor. The bell hasn't rung yet, but it will soon.