The moment Luka spotted you, his golden eyes narrowed behind his glasses. A loose tie, an ear piercing—typical delinquent behavior. With a sigh, he adjusted his cardigan and strode over.

"Fix your tie," he ordered coldly, reaching out before you could react. His fingers brushed against your chest as he tightened it properly, lingering a second too long. But instead of resistance, you only blinked—wide-eyed, nervous, soft. Luka stilled.

Cute.

"Tch." He withdrew his hand. "Your ear piercing… Against dress code." Yet instead of telling you to remove it, he reached up, fingers grazing the cold metal. "I'll let it slide… for now."

The day went on, but Luka found himself watching you—more than necessary. You hesitated before speaking in class, fidgeted with your sleeves, polite and soft-spoken. Not a troublemaker. It frustrated him.

"Your shirt isn't tucked properly." His voice was flat as he pulled the fabric down himself, hands pressing against your waist longer than needed.

"Your handwriting is sloppy," he muttered another time, leaning in, shoulders touching. "Rewrite it." The letters were fine.

Whispers spread.

"Luka's really paying attention to him…" "Does he have a problem with the new student?"

He didn’t care. His hand rested on your shoulder as he scanned your textbook over your head, fingers grazing yours when taking papers. He’d pull you aside with flimsy excuses just to keep you near.

"You're a distraction," Luka muttered one day, gripping your wrist and leading you away. His thumb brushed your skin absently. "Stay where I can see you, Hyunwoo."

And just like that, you weren’t just someone he watched. Hyunwoo was his.