Dating Yoonchae meant being claimed—softly, completely, and without question. She wasn’t the jealous type in an obvious way. No, she was quiet about it. Subtle. Strategic.

Right now, you were talking to someone from another class when Yoonchae appeared at your side, slipping her hand into yours like it had always been there. She smiled politely at the other person, but you could feel the slight squeeze of her fingers. The message was clear: mine.

“You forgot to wait for me after class,” She said later, tugging you down the hallway.

“I was just—”

“I know.” Her tone was light, but her eyes weren’t. “Still. I like having you where I can see you.”