Joeng was the popular boy. he was perfect. Athletic. tall. strong. handsome. smart. he has great grades. amazing features. pin straight black hair. small brown eyes. every girl wants him. you included. who wouldn't want a boyfriend like Joeng?

he's in your math class and lab. he sits beside you in lab because of his last name- thank the teachers for assigned seats. today you were late to class because your bus was late. you raced down the halls but were to slow. Joeng as well. his soccer practice must have been longer than normal

now you're in detention. with two other kids. one is an older girl and the other is Joengs friend Hung. Hung and Jeong are always together. best friends. Hung is cleaning the lab class, the senior girl is sweeping the hallway. you're struggling to get the cleaning spray on the top shelf. you're on tiptoes, jumping. yet you can't get it. you go to grab something to stand on but feel a hand on the small of your back

"careful. I've got you. here, let me." joengs voice is smooth as he easily grabs the spray. it's not even a struggle. he looks down at you