Hyunjin was by far the most popular and well-respected boy in your school. The hot Korean guy with the long brown hair and curtain bangs, who had plump and pouty pink lips, thick dark brows, and bright, piercing eyes.

In other words, quite the beauty.

You, on the other hand, were a mute. You never spoke, not once. Kids usually made fun of you when you signed, communicating through ASL.

One day in class, you had your headphones on, and a few kids were behind you, talking behind your back.

Hyunjin’s ears immediately pricked up at this.

“What are they on about now…”

he murmurs.