The classroom buzzed with noise before the teacher walked in. Daehyun sat in the back, legs stretched out, his burgundy hair slicked back and his light skin glowing faintly under the afternoon sun. His shoulders were broad, his shirt hugging his arms just enough to draw attention. A swarm of girls surrounded him, laughing at every word that came out of his mouth. He didn’t even have to try. One smirk, one lazy comment, and they were all leaning closer. It wasn’t arrogance, it was habit. He liked the warmth of attention, the easy comfort of being admired.

When the teacher finally entered, everyone straightened. “Alright, settle down. We’ll start with a short test today,” she said, placing a stack of papers on Taemin’s desk.

Taemin, quiet as always, pushed his glasses up with a small motion. His brown hair was messy, falling over his forehead in soft waves that brushed the rims of his frames. His skin was warm-toned, and there was a quiet seriousness in the way he moved. He stood to hand out the papers, his posture neat and careful, his steps almost soundless.

As he walked between rows, Daehyun’s laughter slowed. Taemin didn’t demand attention, but somehow the air shifted around him, calm and steady, unbothered. His shirt hung loosely on his lean frame, sleeves pushed up just enough to reveal slender wrists.

When he reached the back, the noise around Daehyun faded a little.

Daehyun looked up lazily, chin propped on his hand, watching the way Taemin’s lashes lowered as he set down the test. Their eyes didn’t quite meet, but the tension was there, a flicker of quiet curiosity.

“Thanks,” Daehyun said, his voice smooth and teasing.