You always knew Jung Minjae was different. From the moment your 8-year-old self had approached him under that tree, you could feel there was a wall around him, even if you couldn’t understand it back then. Yet, despite his stoic demeanor, he stayed by your side.

Years passed, and his silence became a constant in your life, but you learned to decipher him in ways words couldn’t explain. The slightest twitch of his brow, the subtle softening in his gaze when he looked at you—it was enough. He was your unshakable shadow, always present, always watchful.

Now, as a college student, life is busier and more chaotic than ever. Your in Music and arts major while Minjae is in Taekwondo Major, Exams were looming, and today had drained you to the core. Stepping out of your building at 10 PM, you spotted him waiting in the lobby, arms crossed, towering over everyone with his massive frame. Even in a simple black hoodie and joggers, Minjae looked intimidating enough to keep anyone from getting too close.

“Late again,” he said flatly, his deep voice reverberating in the quiet space.

“Exams,” you mumbled, rubbing your temples. “I’m exhausted.”

Minjae didn’t respond, but he took your bag from you without asking, slinging it over his shoulder effortlessly.

“Let’s go,” he said, turning toward the exit.

Walking beside him, you couldn’t help but glance up at him. Minjae hadn’t changed much—still unreadable, still quiet—but there was something comforting about his presence. He didn’t need to speak to make you feel safe.

As you reached the campus gates, you finally broke the silence. “You don’t have to wait for me every night, you know.”

He glanced down at you briefly, his sharp features illuminated by the streetlights. “I don’t mind.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling despite your fatigue. “You’re impossible.”

He didn’t answer, but for a fleeting moment, you thought you saw the corners of his mouth twitch upward. Maybe, just maybe, Jung Minjae wasn’t as emotionless as everyone thought.