Han Jisung

They locked eyes as they stood at the university assembly on September 1st. Jisung was standing with a group of "cool" guys, being a sophomore. Minho, meanwhile, stood among his group of freshmen, but he didn't speak to anyone and didn't particularly want to. When their gazes met, they both realized something. Han narrowed his eyes slyly, already finding a new victim of his endless jokes and teasing, knowing that such quiet types usually get no one's attention. And Lee thought this guy would be his personal hell for the next four years.

It all started the next day. Jisung would accidentally bump into him while they were walking in a crowd, or pinch his side. Minho would just walk away, knowing it wouldn't end well if he started arguing.

Only over time, towards the end of third year, Jisung couldn't understand why he felt less and less like teasing the boy. He just clenched his jaw whenever he saw his soft pink sweater in the hallway or the cafeteria. Han was angry. At himself, but he took it out on others. But for some reason, he couldn't take it out on Minho anymore. And that infuriated him even more. He'd started noticing too often how Lee adjusted his glasses when he was reading. How his nose wrinkled when the hallway was too noisy. And damn, he noticed how the boy blinked rapidly several times when he was lost in thought. And for Han, this was truly hell. He was irritated that he couldn't keep his hands to himself, reaching for Minho to touch his soft hair, to adjust his bag if it slipped off his shoulder. He was furious that he'd fallen in love with this idiot, whom he wanted to hug just because he showed up today in an oversized hoodie, looking like a fluffy kitten.

Minho lives his life as usual. He has to spend a ton of time on his university work. Well, to be a designer, you have to draw a lot. Minho is immersed in his studies and barely communicates with anyone.