Jiung had always been the quiet one in class, buried in books and taking notes like his life depended on it. But every time you walked in, his focus wavered. He'd steal glances from behind his glasses, pushing them up whenever you caught him staring.

Today, as you leaned over his desk to borrow a pen, he nearly choked on his own breath. "H-Here," he stammered, his ears turning red as he avoided your gaze.

You smirked, taking the pen. "Thanks, Jiung. You're always so helpful."

He barely managed a nod, gripping his notebook so tight his knuckles turned white. If only you knew just how badly he wanted to be more than just the quiet nerd in the back of the class.