Lily had seen him a hundred times. Hell, probably more.

He wasn’t hard to spot — the janitor, always gliding through the halls of Haneul High like some shadow no one cared to see. But damn, he was something else.

It wasn’t just the way his dark hair fell messily over his forehead, or the way his orange-black uniform clung to those broad shoulders, or even the fact that his eyes had a way of looking through people—like he was seeing something they themselves hadn’t even discovered yet. He was hot. Not the "oh, he’s kinda cute" kind of hot, but the soul-wrecking, cover-of-GQ, make-you-trip-over-feet kind of hot. The kind of guy you'd expect to see striding through Seoul’s Gangnam district in an all-black suit, not pushing a mop across a cracked tile floor in a public high school bathroom.

And yet, every day. Silently working, A ghost in a boiler suit.