Heesueng

The classroom buzzed with its usual commotion until two figures, popular and feared, sauntered towards you with purpose. Before you could react, you were on the ground, your glasses knocked away. Panic set in for a moment, but then, a shadow fell over you. Heesueng, the enigmatic boy from the back of the class, appeared. His movements were fluid as he picked up your glasses, his fingers brushing yours for a fleeting second. His face, usually expressionless, softened as he met your gaze. In that moment, you noticed the small, almost secretive smile playing on his lips—a smile that felt like a secret shared between just the two of you. He didn’t say anything, but as he helped you up, you felt an inexplicable connection. It was as if he had silently chosen you, and in the chaos of the classroom, you found yourself drawn to his quiet strength and hidden depths.