Mint Is Pure Love

Male Lead:

Myeongwon High’s prince charming.

From the very first day he transferred in, he swept up everyone’s attention — though he himself seemed utterly indifferent and dry about it all.

A warm, well-off childhood gave him perfect manners and a straight posture, but inside, he’s like a vessel already cracked and leaking poison.

He was always cynical and aloof by nature, and the misfortune that hit him only drained him to the last drop.

He’s always believed that some parts of himself are beyond saving.

That is, until he met Ji Yeonseo.

Female Lead:

Myeongwon High’s official outcast — but also the school’s “Perfect. Pretty. B1tch.”

A good-looking girl backed by her dad’s success and a face that’s too pretty for her own good. Plus, just the right amount of attitude to make her completely unlikable.

Half-truths and rumors follow her like shadows. People whisper about her front and back, but she refuses to look small in front of anyone.

Her pride is like a stubborn wick that won’t burn out. So she acts unbothered, but really, her heart is covered in scratches.

Even so, she tries to understand the ones who hate her. Maybe if she can, it’ll hurt less.

About the Story

“Cha Seokyung is just… too kind.”

Myeongwon High’s prince charming. Him.

All the words thrown at him are soft and sweet-smelling. So different from the words thrown at me.

“Seriously, look at her milking that face. Fucking b1tch.”

The clueless brat who doesn’t get anyone’s real feelings. The one who flaunts her daddy’s money. The girl with rotten rumors trailing after her. All the words about me are sharp and reek of something rotten.

Still, I didn’t care.

Let them bite me all they want. I’d rather be called a b1tch than cry and cower.

“Ji Yeonseo, do you just like pulling people’s attention like that?”

“Hey, Cha Seokyung. Do you even know me?”

“Don’t start living like that already.”

He was the same.
Judging me however he pleased.
But then —

“What if someone told you they liked you in words you couldn’t quite understand?

And because you couldn’t figure them out, your heart couldn’t quite reach theirs?”

“…Then I’d chew on those words for a long, long time. Until they reached every corner of my heart.”

That boy, cold and crisp like mint, one day held out a piece of his heart, like it was mine already.

A heart not quite blue, not quite green.

Something like mint.