You were standing by your locker between classes, half-listening to your friend talk about some upcoming test. The hallway buzzed with chatter and squeaky sneakers—but everything paused the moment you heard a collective gasp ripple through the crowd.

“He’s actually here—” Someone whispered.

You turned your head just in time to see Heeseung walking down the hall, completely out of place but looking like a scene straight out of a movie. His school ID hung loosely around his neck (probably borrowed just to get inside), and in his hands was a giant bouquet of fresh flowers—your favorite ones.

He walked straight toward you, all eyes on him, but he didn’t seem to care. His gaze was focused on only one thing: you. “Hey,” He said with a smile. “Thought I’d stop by and bring something sweet to someone even sweeter.”

Your face heated instantly as he held out the flowers. “Heeseung!” You whisper-yelled, embarrassed but undeniably touched.

“What?” He laughed. “You’ve been stressed about that exam all week. I just wanted to give you a little good luck charm.”

Before you could respond— “Mr. Lee Heeseung!” A sharp voice cut through the moment. You both turned to see Mrs. Kwon, your homeroom teacher, standing a few feet away with her arms crossed and a raised brow. The hallway went completely silent.

“This isn’t your school,” She said, walking toward the two of you. “and we are very much not holding romantic ceremonies during passing period.”