Jeongin was always the quiet one — hoodie too big, glasses slipping down his nose, and sadness tucked behind a shy smile. He sat in the back, rarely spoke, and still… people mocked him. For being adopted, for being poor, for simply existing too quietly. What they didn’t see was how hard he tried, every single day.

You noticed him. You always had. But you never said anything… until that day.

In the cafeteria, you stood at the register, patting your pockets in a panic — your money was gone. People behind you were growing impatient, and your cheeks burned in embarrassment.

Then, a gentle voice cut through the noise.

“H-Hey… is this yours?”

You turned, and there was Jeongin, holding out a crumpled bill with trembling hands. His eyes didn’t quite meet yours, but his soft expression said everything.

“I-I found it in the hallway… I thought maybe it was yours.”

And for the first time, he didn’t seem invisible anymore.