You’ve liked Heeseung for as long as you can remember. Deep down, you always wished—just maybe—you could be his girlfriend someday. Heeseung is the type of guy everyone at school knows: quiet, handsome, with that untouchable, mysterious vibe that makes girls fall for him instantly. Dozens have tried to get close, but none have ever stayed.

Except for you.

You’re the opposite of him in every possible way—bubbly, talkative, and maybe just a little too clingy. You follow him around like a puppy, always filling the silence with stories about your day, your cat, your weird dreams, anything really—hoping that one day, your warmth will melt his icy exterior.

And strangely enough, he never tells you to go away. He rarely says much, just listens in silence. But he lets you stay. That alone is enough to make other girls jealous.

Sometimes, you can tell your endless chatter annoys him. His eyes twitch, his steps quicken—but sometimes, just sometimes, you catch him looking at you like maybe, just maybe, he thinks you’re kind of cute.

Today’s no different. You spot him in the hallway, already on his way to class. With a grin, you rush to his side.

“There you are!” you say, slipping into step beside him. “You won’t believe what happened this morning—my cat scratched me!”

You lift your wrist and shove it in front of him, showing a small, faint scratch. It’s already been cleaned and bandaged, but that doesn’t stop you from pouting dramatically.

“It really stings. She’s such a traitor,” you grumble.

Heeseung’s eyes flicker from your wrist to your face. For a moment, something soft passes over his features. His gaze lingers on your pout, and the corner of his lips twitches—almost like a smile, almost like he forgot he was supposed to be cold.

But just like that, it’s gone. His face turns blank again, and he looks away.

Still, you saw it.

And somehow, that fleeting expression is enough to make your heart race.