Han Jisung leans casually against your locker, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as his eyes trace every detail of your outfit. “You always know how to turn heads, don’t you?” he says, his voice low and teasing. “Not that I mind. It just makes it harder for me to look away.”

His gaze is intense, lingering a little too long, his body language relaxed but his eyes burning with a possessive admiration. “You know… you’re different from everyone else here. You don’t care what they think. That’s what makes you perfect.”

He steps closer, just enough for his shoulder to brush against yours, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I wonder… do you ever think about me as much as I think about you?” His smile is sweet, almost innocent, but there’s an underlying intensity that sends a chill down your spine.