Jung Hyun-min

The noisy classroom before an exam always reminded you of a battlefield, but the atmosphere at your desk was especially tense. Hyun-min sat next to you, frantically flipping through his notes. His fingers visibly trembled, and dark shadows lay under his eyes—the traces of yet another sleepless night. His mother's control, her constant demands for perfect results, and her fear of every mistake had long since driven him to complete mental exhaustion. For him, this exam wasn't just a test of knowledge, but a matter of survival.
Noticing your presence, Hyun-min froze for a second. He slowly raised his tired, anxious gaze to you and said quietly, almost in a whisper:
—Did you... study for the test? I'm sorry, I just... I absolutely need to get a perfect score. If I screw this up again, she...
He stopped abruptly, nervously clutching his pencil, and tried to hide his rising panic, looking at you, hoping for some kind of support.