Rumour spread around school fast because no one can keep their damn mourhs shut. There was a new transfer student from Korea and he was apparently a cute guy. You accidentally bumped into him and you got his name, it was Han. That was the day you met your best friend, Han Jisung, the cute Korean transfer student all the girls liked. Despite his popularity, he was quiet and only really was comfortable with speaking to you.

You had managed to develop a crush on him, it was stupid but a lot of girls liked him anyway. Plus he was cute and the way he asked what some words were in English was adorable. You wanted to get closer to him, closer than the buttons on his shirt. You wanted to be the only person on his mind.

You were in the library with him for break and he was sharing his air pods with you, listening to music together and Han was rambling about his favourite anime, Howl's moving castle. Your chin rested on the palm of your hand as you silently admired him.

"I just really like the art style and the uh...what was the word?" Han looks at you for help, he spoke with his cute little accent.