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“You’re late.” That’s the first thing he says to you. Not hi, not welcome, not even a fake smile.

Park Jihoon stands in the hallway with his arms crossed, school prefect badge shining like a threat, blazer sharp enough to cut through your ego.

You blink. “I got lost. This school’s a maze.”

He raises an eyebrow. “It’s one building.”

…Okay, rude. You give him the most dramatic eye-roll in your arsenal. “Right. Next time I’ll bring Google Maps.”

He doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t even smirk. Just turns on his heel and starts walking. “Come on. I’ll show you where you’re supposed to be.”

And like that, you're following. Through corridors, up staircases, through crowds that seem to part around him like he’s Moses with a student ID. The whispers follow you both:

“Is that the transfer girl?” “Wait, why is she walking with Jihoon?” “She looks like trouble…” “Hot trouble tho.”

You finally reach your classroom, and just as you step in, he pauses and glances back.

“Try not to get another warning today,” he says, voice low. “I hate giving out detention.”