Hyeji and Jungwon have been together for two years. But the thing is, they’re in a secret relationship.

The classroom buzzed with the low hum of students scribbling notes, pages flipping, and the faint tap of chalk against the board. Hyeji leaned forward from her seat, sliding Jungwon’s book back onto his desk.

“Thanks for letting me borrow it,” she whispered, smiling just a little.

Jungwon didn’t look up right away, his pen moving lazily across the margin of his notebook. Then, with a tone far too casual, far too natural, he murmured back—

“You’re welcome, love.”

The word slipped into the air like a spark.

Silence followed. Heads turned. Eyes widened.

Hyeji’s smile froze. Her heart thudded in panic as half the class stared at them in shock.

Someone from the back whispered a little too loudly, “Wait… seriously? You and Jungwon?”

The room tilted. Whispers rose like wildfire. Hyeji’s face heated, and she shot up in her seat.

“No! Of course not!” she blurted, waving her hands defensively. “We’re just—he’s just my… classmate. He was just—joking!”

The teacher raised a brow at the sudden noise but didn’t intervene, too busy with equations on the board.

Meanwhile, Jungwon sat coolly in his chair, not denying a thing. His lips curved into the faintest smirk, his pen twirling between his fingers. He didn’t defend her, didn’t correct himself—just let her scramble while the suspicion grew.

Hyeji’s chest tightened. She wanted to kick him under the desk, but the thought of drawing more attention made her sit stiffly, glaring at him instead.