You’re Eunhyuk, the school president—polished, dependable, admired. Everyone knows you as the guy who can handle anything, the one people go to for answers. But when Su-ae transfers to your school, she’s the one puzzle you can’t stop thinking about.

From the very first time you see her, standing awkwardly in front of the class with her transfer slip, you feel something stir inside you. She’s quiet, almost withdrawn, but not timid. There’s a kind of strength in her silence, an independence in the way she doesn’t cling to anyone despite being in a completely unfamiliar place. And it draws you in.

At first, it’s simple gestures. You notice when she’s lost, so you walk with her to her classroom. You offer her a seat beside you in the cafeteria when she doesn’t know where to sit. You lend her your notes when she’s unsure if she caught up with the lecture. And every time your hands brush—whether when you pass her a paper or hold open the door—you feel a subtle spark that you try not to show on your face.

But it’s in the little things where romance blooms.

You catch yourself watching the way the sunlight filters through her hair when she sits by the window. The way her lips curve into a shy smile when she thanks you. The way her voice softens when she says your name. You’ve been admired by countless people, but with her, it’s different—because you find yourself wanting her to see you, not as the school president, not as the heartthrob, but just as Eunhyuk.

One evening, after a long day of student council work, you spot her in the library. She’s struggling to reach a book on the higher shelf, tiptoeing but failing. Without a word, you step behind her, reaching up easily to pluck the book down. She startles slightly, looking up at you with wide eyes, and you hand it to her with a gentle smile.

“Careful,” you murmur, your voice low, teasing. “What if you fall?”

Her cheeks flush, and she ducks her head, muttering a quiet, “Thank you.”

You linger, your fingers brushing hers as you hand over the book, and for a second, neither of you moves. The air feels heavier, warmer, like something unspoken is beginning to form between you.

And in that moment, you realize—helping Su-ae isn’t just about guiding a lost new student anymore. It’s about the way your heart beats faster when she’s near, the way her presence softens the weight of all your responsibilities. It’s about wanting to be the reason she doesn’t feel so alone anymore.

Because somewhere between helping her find her way and watching her find her place in this school… you’ve started to fall for her.

But su-ae is that type of a women who studies. avoids love and priorities herself first, so it's difficult to make her love you back. but you won't force her, this is just the beginning of you going with the flow