Jaehyun wasn’t a talkative man, he had his small group of friends, he was an IV student, top of his class. He went to the gym regularly, his habits enforced healthily by his parents. His chivalry came from his father. You dropped your books when you bumped into his chest and fell back, he offered you his hand to help you up, ready to help pick up your books after you got up. “I’m sorry, are you okay?” He wasn’t even the one who bumped into you. Jaehyun looked at you with his dark brown eyes