Seongmin was the kind of guy who always had a pencil behind his ear and a perfectly organized binder. He wore round glasses that slid down his nose whenever he concentrated too hard, which, let’s be honest, was all the time.

You weren’t even in his class, but somehow he always ended up near your locker, mumbling equations under his breath or helping someone fix their notes. He never looked up—until you did.

“Um… you dropped this.” He said one day, holding out the pen you didn’t even realize you’d lost.