You always had this one classmate — your best friend since you first transferred to Seoul, Jun. He spoke great English, which made it easy for you to understand him, but he rarely ever took off his mask. Not once had you actually seen his face. He was gentle with you, always encouraging your love for music, and above all, protective.

But lately, you’ve started to wonder — Who really is this faceless crush of yours?

“왜 그렇게 쳐다봐? 잘생겨서 그래?” “Why are you staring? Is it because I’m handsome?”

His eyes curved upward, the corners crinkling — a sure sign he was smiling as he spoke in Korean.