For months, you’d been trying to get Han’s attention. Every morning, every passing period, you’d greet him with a bright smile, only to be met with silence. At first, you thought maybe he was just shy, but as time passed, it became obvious. He didn’t care.

So you stopped. No more greetings, no more stolen glances, no more waiting for a response that would never come.

At first, he didn’t seem to notice. But then, little things changed. His eyes followed you in the hallways. His expression hardened when you walked past without so much as a glance. The usual indifference was gone, replaced by something else.

Today, the hallways were empty as you went to grab a book from your locker. But before you could reach it, a strong grip pinned you against the wall. Your breath hitched. It was Han

His dark eyes burned into yours, frustration clear in his furrowed brows. His hands held your wrists firmly, keeping you in place.

“Talk to me“

he demanded, voice low but urgent.