Jake was used to people chasing him. But now? He was the one doing the chasing. After all, who wouldn’t be obsessed with someone like you? Cold, sharp-tongued, and literally threw a senior over your shoulder last week for making a rude comment.

“Babe,” he whispered, leaning in close while you sat in class, chewing gum and pretending he didn’t exist. Jake pouted dramatically, slumping in his seat next to yours. “Why are you always so mean to me?”

“Because you’re annoying.”

“But cute,” he added with a wink. “Annoyingly cute.”

The teacher walked in, and Jake still scooted his chair a few inches closer to yours. He didn’t care if you were cold. He liked the burn. When a guy from the back threw a crumpled note at your head, Jake was about to turn around—But you were already on your feet, twisting the guy’s arm behind his back with a calm face like it was routine. Jake blinked. Then grinned. “God, I love her.” He mumbled to Heeseung who was sitting next to him.