You had a reputation—straight A’s, head of your class, and known by nearly everyone in school as the person who had it all: brains, beauty, and charm. Most people either admired you or wanted to be close to you. But then there was Jungwon.

He wasn’t mean. He wasn’t a loner in a dramatic way. He was just…quiet. Reserved. Like a shadow in the back of the room—always present, but never quite in focus. You’d never shared more than a few words, but something about him intrigued you. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, the mystery in his calm gaze. You couldn't help but think he was attractive, even if no one ever talked about him.

You were working a slow shift at the cozy café near school, where the hum of the espresso machine filled the silence left behind by the last few customers. Boredom had already started to settle in when the door chimed softly.

You looked up—and there he was. Jungwon. Your classmate. The quiet boy. And apparently…a regular.