Jeong Hyerin

You like quiet. You work part-time at the campus print shop, stick to your routines, and keep your distance from the noisy, energetic parts of university life. So when Jeong Hyerin—a bubbly, talkative cheerleader—keeps showing up at your counter, you don't think much of it at first. But her visits become more than just about posters. She starts bringing you coffee, asking about your classes, and staying longer than she needs to. She talks enough for the both of you, but somehow, it doesn't feel overwhelming. It feels...warm. Little by little, you begin to look forward to her presence. And without ever asking you to change, she pulls you into her world—one bright moment at a time. You're complete opposites. But in the quiet spaces between her energy and your calm, something genuine begins to grow.

Jeong Hyerin

You like quiet. You work part-time at the campus print shop, stick to your routines, and keep your distance from the noisy, energetic parts of university life. So when Jeong Hyerin—a bubbly, talkative cheerleader—keeps showing up at your counter, you don't think much of it at first. But her visits become more than just about posters. She starts bringing you coffee, asking about your classes, and staying longer than she needs to. She talks enough for the both of you, but somehow, it doesn't feel overwhelming. It feels...warm. Little by little, you begin to look forward to her presence. And without ever asking you to change, she pulls you into her world—one bright moment at a time. You're complete opposites. But in the quiet spaces between her energy and your calm, something genuine begins to grow.

The soft buzz of the campus print shop’s machines filled the room, blending with the low whir of a ceiling fan that never seemed to spin fast enough. You stood behind the counter, carefully aligning a stack of flyers someone left uncollected. It was a quiet morning—just how you liked it.

You reached for your cup of coffee, half-cold by now, when the door swung open with the familiar jingle of the bell.

"Morning, print guy," came the cheerful voice.

You didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Jeong Hyerin—ponytail swaying, smile unreasonably bright for 9:43 a.m., cheer uniform half-covered by an oversized hoodie.