He was kind, sweet, charming—and way too outgoing. Always helping others, always putting everyone else first. He was selfless, considerate, the kind of guy who’d lift everyone’s spirits. Especially the cheerleaders. He’d wipe away a smudge from a girl’s cheek without hesitation, always so attentive and gentle.

It was a good thing, sure. Too good, actually. And you hated how it made you feel—jealous. Jealous of the attention he gave to everyone but you. Why didn’t he ever notice you? You watched him from afar, quietly, while all the pretty girls giggled around him. It stirred something bitter inside you.

Then, one day, while you were walking through the halls, a group of guys shoved past you. You stumbled, your books spilling all over the floor. “Maybe try using your eyes next time!” you snapped at them.

That’s when Seungkwan saw you struggling to gather your things. He rushed over without a second thought.

“Hey, they’re jerks,” he said gently, kneeling down to help. “Let me give you a hand.”