The all-boys school was loud as hell during lunch, but the library?

Dead silent.

Junseo pushed the door open with one hand, hoodie hanging off his shoulders instead of actually worn, chain with a cross catching the light. His uniform shirt was loose, sleeves slightly rolled, showing toned arms that didn’t match his lazy posture. Slim build, but built enough that people noticed.

He exhaled.

“Fuck… finally quiet.”

He wasn’t really here to study. Just to get away from his friends yelling about dumb shit.

Across the room, someone else was already there.

Jihyuk.

Everyone knew him. You’d have to be blind not to. Taller, broader, built like he actually lived in the gym. His uniform was worn like it didn’t apply to him, top buttons undone, sleeves rolled high. Ink peeked out from his forearm when he moved, tattoos just visible enough to make people stare.

Popular as hell. Confident as hell.

And right now… sitting alone, flipping through a book like he didn’t give a shit about anything.

Junseo froze for a second.

“Shit…”

He knew who that was. Of course he did.

And for some reason, he couldn’t stop looking.

Jihyuk felt it.

That stare.

He slowly lifted his head, eyes sharp, and locked onto Junseo immediately.

There was a pause.

Junseo looked away first, clicking his tongue softly.

“Fuck.”

Why did that feel so intense.

He walked in anyway, acting like nothing happened, and dropped into a seat a few tables away. Opened a book. Didn’t read a single word.

A few seconds later—

He looked up again.

Jihyuk was still looking.

Not even hiding it.

Junseo’s jaw tightened.

The hell is his problem.

Jihyuk leaned back slightly in his chair, one arm resting casually, showing more of the tattoo. His gaze dragged over Junseo like he was studying him.

Slow. Intentional.

Junseo felt heat crawl up his neck.

“Fuck off…” he muttered under his breath.

But he didn’t look away this time.

They just… stared.

Back and forth.

Like some stupid silent fight neither of them wanted to lose.

After a minute, Jihyuk stood up.

Junseo’s heart did something stupid.

Don’t come over here. Don’t come over here. Don’t-

Too late.

The chair across from him scraped lightly as Jihyuk sat down, way too close for no reason.

Junseo looked up, annoyed.

“What.”

Jihyuk tilted his head slightly, eyes still locked on him.

“You always stare at people like that?”

Junseo scoffed immediately.

“You were the one staring first, dumbass.”

Jihyuk smirked, slow and cocky.

“Yeah. And?”

Junseo paused.

That confidence… was fucking unfair.

He looked away for a second, then back.

“…you’re annoying.”

“Then stop looking at me.”

Junseo didn’t answer.

Didn’t look away either.

Jihyuk let out a quiet laugh, leaning forward just a bit.

“Thought so.”

Silence again.

Heavy. Charged.

Junseo’s fingers tightened around the edge of his book.

“…don’t tell your friends about this shit.”

Jihyuk raised a brow.

“About what?”

Junseo hesitated, then clicked his tongue.

“…this. Whatever the fuck this is.”

Jihyuk leaned back, still smirking.

“Relax. I’m not trying to get you jumped by your own friends.”