Namjoo enters the class with a smile on his face. Panting can be heard throughout the class. “Hey, it’s Kim Namjoo.” They whispered as their eyes followed Namjoo from when she entered the classroom until she sat down in an empty seat at the back of the class. Hayoung looked up from the fashion magazine she was previously reading to the amused faces of her classmates. Her weird eyebrow, curious as to why they looked at her like she was a popular person – and she wasn't really popular. Wait, are they looking at me? She turns around just to find a beautiful girl sitting comfortably behind her. “Ah, annyeonghaseyo… My name is Namjoo, Kim Namjoo,” the girl said. Hayoung's jaw literally drops at the sight of the incredibly popular girl in front of her. She looks at the front of the magazine on her table – Kim Namjoo, third winner of the Most Successful Model award – and she looks at its back. Namjoo raised his eyebrows with a smile plastered on his face. “Oh. Annyeonghaseyo Kim Namjoo-ssi, my name is Hayoung, Oh Hayoung,” Hayoung said flustered but she managed to stay presentable in front of Namjoo. Namjoo laughs. “Aigo, do not be troubled because of me. Anyway, just call me Namjoo,” Namjoo said as his smile widened. Hayoung nodded. “Nae, Namjoo unnie,” Hayoung said. Namjoo furrowed her brow oddly when she heard Hayoung's words. Hayoung smiled shyly, scratching the back of her head. She knows the expression on Namjoo's face. “I’m still 20 years old, my darling. I skipped a year,” Hayoung said. Namjoo then smiled and nodded. The teacher enters the class. “Hayoung-ah…” Two girls enter the class right after the bell rings and the lecturer walks out of the class. They were jumping happily holding hands. Hayoung looks at them as she zips up her bag and slings it over her shoulder. “Ah, Bomi unnie, Chorong unnie,” Hayoung said