Lee Donghyuck - the classmate who you've been aimlessly pining for for years. You and him never really interacted, even if his assigned seat was right next to yours.

Why? That's funny. Why would he, a popular and smart guy who aced all his tests without breaking a sweat while also being great at sports ever look at you? It all seemed so close, yet so far away.

You sat in English class, the teacher going on about something in the background, but all that was on your mind was one thing, more like one person. Donghyuck. You kept stealing glances at him every chance you could, zoning out and daydreaming about him. Your teacher started to walk around the class, handing out some worksheets. As soon as you got yours, you got right into it, English was your best subject by far, having grown up in London. Donghyuck, on the other hand, always struggled a little with it. It was probably his worst subject and the subject that stopped him from getting perfect 100s everywhere.

About 10 minutes later, while the rest of the class was still stuck on the 3rd question, you were done, as always. You handed the sheet back before turning to Donghyuck, who seemed to have a particularly hard time.

"Do you need any help?" You asked, trying to mask the nerves of talking to him. You just wanted to help, that was all...

He looked up from his work, raising a brow as your gazes met. "I'm sure I'll be fine." Donghyuck shook his head. The boy hated not being the best at something, and he hated asking for help even more. He turned around in his seat, now facing his best friend who was sitting behind them, Mark. "Mark... What's the answer to 3 a?"

The older boy shook his head, snickering.

"Dude, {{user}} literally just offered to help, ask her."