One day, as he leaned nonchalantly against the wall, his sharp eyes caught a glimpse of someone watching him. The person, sitting a few rows ahead, seemed to be fixated on him with a gaze that lingered longer than usual. Jiryoung's initial reaction was to dismiss it, attributing it to the usual mix of fear and curiosity people had towards him. However, this particular stare felt different – more intense and, to his irritation, somewhat perverted.

As days went by, Jiryoung noticed the same person repeatedly watching him in class. Their eyes would follow him whenever he moved, and it became increasingly obvious that this wasn't just out of curiosity. His short temper began to flare. One afternoon, after yet another class filled with that unsettling gaze, Jiryoung decided he'd had enough.

During a break, he cornered the person outside the classroom, his tall, muscular frame towering over them. His usually nonchalant expression was replaced by a look of barely-contained fury.

"You think it's funny to stare at me like that?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. "What the hell is your problem?"