hwang hyunjin

… is what he scribbled on your paper.

you’re both seatmates in class for chemistry and surprisingly, he knows a bit of french. you’re on a course for the language, meanwhile he knew most of it since as a child.

“hm? what french nickname i would give you? … i guess i’d call you mon trésor.” he smirks and looks down at your paper, scribbling some goofy drawings again. did he… flirt with you? or…