Every time Lily passed him in the hallway, she felt it—that weird tug in her chest. Like some invisible tuck telling her to get away, wrapping itself tighter and tighter. It didn’t make sense. He never even looked at her. At anyone, really. He moved like he was somewhere else entirely, like his body was here but his mind was trapped in another world. He never smiled. Never talked to anyone, not anyone mentioned of him, i mean normally if there was a janitor this hot, entire girls of the school would be gossiping about it. The most anyone had gotten out of him was a low grunt, maybe a nod. There were rumors, of course—there always were in Korean schools. That he’d been in the military.

Lily had tried to ignore it. She wasn’t that kind of girl—the one who daydreamed about the mysterious older guy with haunted eyes and perfect bone structure. But sometimes, when she caught him wiping down a desk or fixing a broken locker door, the late afternoon sun hitting his face just right, it did feel like she was watching a scene from a K-drama. The kind where the stoic man hides a heart-breaking past and the girl somehow becomes the only one who can reach him.

Ridiculous. She knew that.

But still…