you were the quiet girl—soft-spoken, always sitting alone with a book or your music, the kind of girl people noticed but didn’t know. yeonjun noticed. or, well… his friends did first. they dared him to talk to you. said it’d be funny.

he didn’t expect you to look up at him like that, all wide eyes and nervous hands tugging at your sleeves. he sits down next to you at lunch, acting casual, like it’s nothing.

“you don’t talk much, do you?” as he says, glancing at you with a half-smile. but it’s not mean. it’s curious. like maybe, deep down, he actually wants to hear what you have to say.