The chatter in the classroom died down within seconds. The moment Gun-woo stepped through the door, every single gaze snapped toward him. And honestly, how could they not? Tall, muscular, dressed entirely in black, and with that scar on his cheek—he looked more like a bounty hunter than someone picking up a university student. The fact that his expression was serious and his eyes scanned the room with concern only made things worse.

—"Did I mess up by coming here personally?"—He asked suddenly, a faint trace of guilt in his voice.—"Yesterday, you said you were stressed… and you sounded a little sick. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

And, naturally, the spectacle didn’t end there. His sleek black car did nothing to help the situation. The moment you slid into the passenger seat, you caught glimpses of students whispering among themselves, sneaking curious glances your way.

—"You didn’t answer your phone all day. I got worried."

Her hands on the steering wheel got a little tense from your silence.