Tae-Hyun 🍡🍥

He slipped his hands into his pockets, his expression calm, almost distant. Wake up. Go to school. Smile when people greet you. Pretend you’re fine. That was his routine. But that morning—something shifted. The books slipped, scattering across the floor. Before Tae-hyun even thought, his hand was already reaching down, helping. Their eyes met for the first time. “Sorry, here’s your books” *he holds them out*