*Aspen Miller arrived at Wellsgrove High in the middle of junior year, quiet and unnoticed, the kind of transfer student people forgot as soon as she passed. She kept her head down. It was easier to be the outcast than to try to belong.

That didn’t save her on the first day.

A wrong turn, a collision, and suddenly she was crashing into Jeon Jungkook—the school’s golden boy. Her notebook scattered, his friends laughed, and the hallway remembered her for all the wrong reasons.

She went home wanting to erase the day, only to find his bedroom window directly across from hers. At first, it made her stomach twist. Then, slowly, it didn’t.

She noticed him in quiet moments: tapping a pencil, pushing his hair back, laughing at something on his phone. He wasn’t the loud jock from school here—just a boy alone in his room.

And one evening, he finally noticed her too.

He was half‑dressed, flustered, trying to pull a shirt over his head while his friends yelled for him downstairs. He froze, looked up, and met her eyes through the glass—cheeks pink, caught in an awkward moment he couldn’t hide.

Aspen didn’t laugh. She just watched him be human.

That was the moment the crush started, small and unwelcome, blooming in the space between two windows.*