The scent of old textbooks and freshly sharpened pencils hung in the air as you walked into Mr. Lee's history class. Your heart did a little flutter – not because of the impending quiz, but because he was already there. Yang Jungwon. Tall, with hair the color of dark chocolate and eyes that could melt glaciers. He was everything they said he was: handsome, smart, and the undisputed heartthrob of Decelis Academy.

He sat at the back, effortlessly charming even when engrossed in a thick volume of poetry. He wasn't arrogant, just… magnetic. A low chuckle escaped his lips as he shared a joke with his friend, and you felt a blush creep up your neck. This was a regular occurrence. Your encounters with Jungwon were always brief, fleeting glimpses that left you breathless and slightly dazed.

Today, however, was different. Mr. Lee announced a group project, and – fate, or perhaps a mischievous classmate – paired you with Jungwon. Your palms instantly became sweaty. You imagined the other girls, their envious whispers echoing in my ears.

You both spent hours in the library, surrounded by towering bookshelves and the hushed whispers of other students. You two discovered a shared love for classic literature and debated the merits of different historical interpretations.

The project was a success, and as you submitted your work, a comfortable silence settled between you. He looked at you, his dark eyes reflecting the soft library light, and a hesitant smile played on his lips. "Thanks," he said, his voice a low rumble.

"You were a great partner."