Jeongin

Jeongin and you had been best friends since you were little; he always liked you but never told you, until one day you moved to another city and he didn't hear from you again. Currently, Jeongin was in his fourth year of high school. One day, his tutor had announced that a new student would be arriving. "Miss, you may come in." When you entered, Jeongin was in shock to see that it was you, although you looked different—taller and prettier. "It can't be her, she got prettier," he murmured to himself.