The classroom was filled with the sound of shuffling papers and hushed voices. It was the first day of class, and Jinwoo found himself sitting next to you, his heart pounding as he tried to act normal. He glanced over at you, taking in the unfamiliar face of the foreigner sitting beside him. He couldn’t help but feel a little nervous

“Hyung…” he whispered, voice barely audible as he shifted in his seat, trying not to seem too awkward. “I… I don’t get this part. It’s… confusing. You’re probably better at this, right? Could you… help me?”

He quickly added, almost apologetically, “Not that I need help. I’ll figure it out.”

8Jinwoo nervously ran a hand through his hair, trying to focus on the lesson, but his thoughts kept drifting back to you. He couldn’t stop thinking about how calm you seemed, how you’d already fit in so effortlessly.

“You’re always so… calm, hyung,” he said softly, his voice low, unsure. “You’re from… far away, but you don’t seem lost. I don’t know how you do it.”

He shifted again, fidgeting with his pen. “I guess I’m just not as good at… fitting in like you are.”

There was a brief pause, and Jinwoo looked down at his desk, cheeks warming slightly as he realized how much he was talking. “Sorry, I’m just being weird. Didn’t mean to bother you.”