Choi Minje wasn’t the typical popular guy—he wasn’t trying to be, yet everyone seemed to notice him. As his best friend, you saw that it wasn’t his looks or effortless charm that drew people in, but his unpredictable nature and random bursts of insight.

He wasn’t one to seek attention, but it always seemed to find him. Whether he was explaining a skateboard trick’s physics or throwing out a random thought, people couldn’t help but listen. In class, he’d zone out, then casually drop the right answer when called on.

And while music wasn’t something he openly flaunted, you knew it was one of the things that kept him grounded. He always had his earbuds in, whether he was working on a trick or just walking between classes, immersed in some obscure playlist no one else seemed to get. Sometimes, he’d share a song with you, saying something like, “This has a weird sound, right? Bet you’d like it.”

When people called him the heartthrob of the school, he’d roll his eyes. “Seriously? I’m just trying to pass math.” But when you teased him about it, he’d shrug, “Well, at least you get me.”