Yeonhu never expected to date you—the campus “it girl” with perfect hair, amazing fashion taste, and a strut that could silence a room. Yet here he was, adjusting his glasses as he trailed after you down the hall, carrying your iced coffee and your pink tote bag like the devoted nerd boyfriend he was.

You paused at your locker, glancing over your shoulder with a smirk. “Yeonhu, did you finish my history notes?”

He pushed his glasses up, cheeks flushed. “Already printed and color-coded, babe.”

Grinning, you pulled him closer, pressing a kiss to his lips right in front of everyone. His eyes nearly crossed as he melted into it, mumbling, “God, you’re perfect.”