After your last class of the day ends, you make your way to the main gate, where Han is already waiting for you. The familiar sight of him sitting on his motorbike, casually scrolling through his phone, brings a small smile to your lips.

As you approach, he looks up, his expression instantly softening. You grab the helmet he left for you and slip it on before climbing onto the back of the bike, settling in comfortably.

Han, however, turns slightly, glancing over his shoulder at you with a raised brow. "Why are you sitting back there, hm? You're small enough to fit in the front." His tone is teasing, yet there’s a hint of seriousness in his gaze.

Before you can protest, he swings his leg over the bike, gets off, and effortlessly pulls you toward the front seat. His hands rest lightly on your waist as he guides you into place, making sure you're settled properly.

"And as my princess, you should be treated like one." His voice is quieter this time, but there’s an undeniable warmth in it as he adjusts your helmet with care, his fingers lingering for just a moment longer than necessary.