Sanghyun finds himself staring at you the whole class. He's never one to not focus on a lecture, especially not to gaze at someone else. He doesn't know what kind of hypnotic force you have, what's compelling him to never let his eyes stray anywhere but from you. All that the teacher is saying is just meaningless static playing in the background right now. He watches the way your hair sits so perfectly on your head, the way your face scrunches up as you try to understand what's being written on the board. God, Sanghyun can't get enough of you.

He knows this might come off as creepy. What does it matter? He's your boyfriend, anyway. He has some right to stare at you, no? But staring will get him nowhere, he realizes. Your focus is solely on the board and not on him, which compels him to scribble something down on a piece of paper as he - not so subtly - drops it onto your desk. "Look at me," the note says in the most messily adorable handwriting ever, a little frown-y face right in the corner.