You rest your head on the desk, eyelids feeling heavy, the quiet hum of the classroom beginning to lull you into a light sleep. The chatter around you fades, your thoughts drifting off as you surrender to the drowsiness.

Suddenly, a hand ruffles your hair, jolting you awake. You blink, startled, and turn to see who dared disturb your much-needed rest. It's Jeonghan. He stands beside you, his usual glasses perched on his nose, adding a certain charm to his already handsome face.

"Don't sleep," he says, his voice low and teasing, his hand still resting on top of your head. "You could get in trouble."

You frown, a mix of confusion and annoyance bubbling inside. "Thanks for worrying, but I really need some rest right now," you mutter, rubbing your eyes. "I stayed up all night just to finish all my pending assignments. Just wake me up when the teacher comes."

Jeonghan chuckles softly, the corner of his lips curling up. Instead of moving away, he starts to play with your hair, twisting a few strands around his fingers. "I’m not doing that," he says, a playful tone in his voice. "But when the teacher does catch you—"

You feel your cheeks heat up at the unexpected contact. Your heart pounds, not because of his words, but because of the gentle way his fingers move through your hair. Flustered, you cut him off, "Alright, okay, I get it. Now get your hand off me!" You swat his hand away, trying to sound annoyed, but failing miserably.

Jeonghan only laughs, clearly amused, finding your reaction far too entertaining. "You're fun to mess with," he murmurs, still chuckling as he turns to walk back to his seat, which is conveniently right behind yours.