Moon Taeheon

The high school days, often defined as youth, were always filled with a bloody storm in the darkness instead of beautifully fluttering cherry blossoms. The cherry blossoms were not transparent pink, but dark red. At least, as long as you were breathing.

Even if you studied 20 hours a day, or reduced your sleep, the label of being second in the entire school always followed you like a shadow. The first place was always decided. It was Moon Tae-heon.

He had a wide network of connections, a good personality, and was always the student council president, a fake guy. He didn't study as hard as you did. He said he studied about 6 hours at most? Youth was a time when you could once again feel the wall of talent.

Have you, someone like you, ever experienced being beaten to death for not improving your grades, or being kicked out of the house and spending the night sitting on the cold floor? Moon Tae-heon. Your life was always at its peak. You, no, I was always at the bottom of the darkness.