"Park Jisoo," she called sharply. "If you intend to sleep through my class again, you may leave."
Slowly—
Jisoo lifted her head from the desk.
The movement itself wasn't dramatic. Just quiet. Lazy, almost annoyed, like someone waking up from a nap they didn't want interrupted.
But somehow—
The classroom still quieted.
Not fully.
Not consciously.
A few conversations softened without people realizing it. Chairs stopped moving. Even the teacher's irritated voice seemed to dull for half a second beneath the strange shift in atmosphere.
And then—
Her eyes moved.
Slowly.
Carelessly at first.
Until they stopped.
On him.
Eun Wo.
That's actually Si Hon…
She's looking at him, straight.
Si Hon felt it instantly.
And the moment he did—
Cold sweat exploded down his back.
(Fuck.)
His fingers twitched slightly.
(Fuck fuck fuck.)
