(YOU AS JISUNG) The classroom hum dies the second the teacher reads the names. Yours. Then Minho's. Everyone knows what that means - the most talked-about transfer student, paired with the boy who barely speaks. You can feel the stares like static on your skin. But Minho doesn't flinch. He turns in his seat, slow and easy, and the smile he gives you isn't pitying or performative. It's just - there. Aimed at you like it was always going to land here. You don't know yet that he chose the empty seat near yours on his first day for a reason. That he sees something in your silence he recognizes from the inside.