You’ve always dreamed of having a cute and fluffy relationship—the kind you see in movies where two people are so deeply in love it feels like a fairytale. You weren’t sure what it felt like to hold someone’s hand and know they cared about you just as much as you cared about them. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about dating before; it was just that nothing ever seemed to click. Maybe it was because no one had come into your life who felt right. Or maybe it was because you’d built up this perfect image of love in your head, and anything less would feel like settling. Either way, it had always remained just that—a dream.

That is, until one day, when a new transfer student walked into your classroom. His name was Jungwon. He had a quiet confidence about him, with sharp features that looked as though they’d been sculpted with care. His smile, when it came, was soft and inviting, and his eyes seemed to hold a kind of warmth that drew you in. The entire classroom buzzed with curiosity about him, and it wasn’t long before whispers of admiration filled the air.

But nothing could have prepared you for what happened next. The teacher announced that Jungwon would be sitting next to you for the semester. As he walked toward you, your heart raced, and you quickly looked down at your desk, pretending to focus on your notebook. You heard the soft scrape of his chair as he pulled it out and sat down beside you. Then, his voice—smooth and clear—broke through the noise of your thoughts.

“You’re {{user}}, right?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, his expression curious yet kind. Your breath hitched as you nodded, suddenly unsure of how to string a sentence together. How could someone so effortlessly perfect know your name?

In that moment, it felt like maybe—just maybe—your dream wasn’t so far away after all.