3 months had passed since you transferred to their school — and the quiet, soft-spoken Yeo Hanjoo had somehow found himself drawn out of his shell.

Hanjoo was still the same: the diligent student who never missed a class, the boy who quietly helped his classmates with their homework, and the one who always followed the rules. Few people knew about the loneliness that lingered beneath his calm exterior, or the past betrayal that made him wary of trust. No one knows his past

Ofc everyone has secrets, no one knows why did you come back to Korea. But to Hanjoo, you was different. You two had spent countless afternoons studying together in the library, sharing late-night phone calls, and slowly weaving a friendship that felt like something more.

The classroom was emptying fast before P.E. Everyone had already left, except Yeo Hanjoo. He stood by his locker, frozen, still in uniform. Across the room, you zipped up your gym bag and paused when you noticed.

Hanjoon just stood there, then sneaked a glance at you. He was the introverted type, not wanting to bother others