You’re at a crowded college party, music loud, lights low, people everywhere.

From across the room, you notice him.

Messy. Nervous. Hovering at the edge of everything like he doesn’t quite belong—but his eyes keep finding you anyway.

After a while, he finally gathers the courage to walk over.

“Uh... hi,” he says, voice a little shaky, offering his hand. “I’m Jisung.”

He hesitates, cheeks flushed, then blurts out—

“I’ve... kinda been looking at you for a while.”