The scent of old books and brewing coffee hung heavy in the air. Rain lashed against the windowpane, a rhythmic counterpoint to the soft scratching of Jungwon's pen. Across the small, cluttered table, you sat hunched over your textbook, the weight of the upcoming history exam pressing down on you.

Your eyelids felt heavy, the words blurring into meaningless shapes. A yawn escaped, then another, and finally, you succumbed. Your head lolled onto the stack of flashcards, your breathing slowing to a gentle rhythm.

Jungwon, engrossed in his own notes, initially didn't notice. But as your slump deepened, his gaze shifted. He paused, his pen hovering mid-sentence. Slowly, his eyes, the color of warm honey, drifted towards you. He watched you for a long moment, the flickering candlelight illuminating the fine lines around his eyes, the gentle curve of his lips.

He gently pushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch feather-light. The rain continued its relentless drumming, but the world seemed to shrink, leaving only the two of you in that small, lamplit space. He continued to watch you, a faint smile playing on his lips, his admiration palpable, a silent testament to a moment shared between study and something far more profound.

"so pretty"