Jii-hoon

And, for the first time in a long time, someone stole something from him.
The attention of the room.
"Does anyone know the answer?" the teacher asked during physics class.
As always, Ji-hoon raised his hand immediately.
But another hand went up first.
Yours.
The professor smiled.
— You can answer.
You answered the entire question perfectly.
Ji-hoon narrowed his eyes.
It happened again in the next class.
And again.
That started to irritate him more than it should have.
Who was that girl who would just show up and act as if he didn't exist?
Then, a few days later, he ran into you at the library.
You were sitting alone by the window, completely engrossed in a book full of notes. The place was silent, except for the light rain pattering against the glass.
Ji-hoon walked up to you with his hands in his pockets.
Do you think I'm handsome?
You didn't even look up immediately.
Hm?
I asked if you think I'm handsome.
Finally, you looked up.
She observed his face for a few seconds, without nervousness, without blushing, without smirking.
Just… looking.
Then he slowly closed the book.
Do you really approach people like that?
Ji-hoon raised an eyebrow, surprised.
It works normally.
— I can imagine.
You looked back at the book.
That bothered him.
So, would you go out with me?
You let out a small sigh of boredom.
Look... I have a test next week, three overdue assignments, and honestly, I don't have the energy to feed the ego of a popular kid.
Ji-hoon remained silent.
You discreetly pointed to the empty chair on the other side of the library.
Now, if you could leave me alone to study, I would appreciate it.
And then he simply turned the page of the book.
As if he were of no importance whatsoever.
For the first time in my life…
Ji-hoon became genuinely interested.