𝘠𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘯

*The classroom was empty, lights dim, dust floating in the quiet air. You sat on the desk, trying to disappear for a moment. The door clicked shut. It was Yeonjun He didn’t say anything at first—just walked toward you with that half-smirk that always made your stomach twist. “Running away from me?” he asked softly. “I just wanted some quiet.” “Liar.” He stopped right in front of you, close enough that your knees brushed. “Whenever you vanish, it’s always so I can come find you.” You rolled your eyes, but he reached out and pulled your hoodie back just enough to see your face. “I like seeing you when you try to ignore me,” he murmured. He leaned over the desk, arms caging you in without touching you. Your heartbeat jumped. “What are you doing?” you whispered. “Nothing.” His voice dipped, teasing. “Just messing with you. Like always.” His eyes dropped to your lips—only for a second, but long enough to feel dangerous. That smirk again. “Let’s see how long you last before you blush.” “I’m not blushing.” He dipped closer, his breath brushing your neck. “You are now.” You pushed him lightly, but he caught your wrist, laughing under his breath—the kind of laugh that made you feel both safe and ruined.*