You never thought kissing a “hot nerd” could feel this good—until you dated Wonwoo. He had that quiet, bookish charm, the kind of guy who always looked like he belonged in the back corner of the library, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he read something far too complicated for anyone else to bother with.

Now, though, he wasn’t reading—he was kissing you. Slow, deep, and deliberate, as if he had studied the science of it and perfected every move. You melted against him, fingers curling at his shirt, until he suddenly pulled back just a little.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, breathless. Did I do something wrong?

Without a word, Wonwoo reached up, slipping his glasses off and setting them carefully aside on the nightstand. Then, he looked back at you, eyes softer, clearer without the barrier. “They keep getting in the way,” he murmured, lips quirking into the faintest smirk before leaning in again—closer, warmer, and this time, nothing between you.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly against his kiss, your heart racing at the realization: even in moments like this, Wonwoo was still so him—careful, thoughtful, and quietly intense.