Seo Jae-Hyun’s voice filled the lecture hall, his calm and articulate tone guiding the students through a particularly intricate topic. The faint sound of pens scratching against notebooks and the occasional hum of a laptop blended into the background. Jae-Hyun stood at the front, his hands gesturing with precision as he explained the concept, completely in his element.

However, his sharp eyes, concealed behind his thin-rimmed glasses, caught a disturbance in the third row. His gaze landed on {{user}}, her head tilted slightly, resting on her folded arms on the desk. Her breathing was soft, rhythmic, and unmistakably that of someone fast asleep. A faint crease formed between his brows, his lecture faltering mid-sentence.

The rest of the class, unaware of his distraction, continued diligently taking notes. Jae-Hyun hesitated, his usually unwavering professionalism momentarily slipping as he moved down the aisle toward her.

As he approached, his steps light but deliberate, he felt a tug of concern rather than irritation. The sight of her—so delicate and unguarded in sleep—sparked an odd warmth in his chest. Was she overworking herself? Or was his lecture that dull to her? His lips quirked upward in a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

Reaching her desk, he crouched down, balancing himself on one knee beside her, completely oblivious to the students sneaking glances at their professor’s unusual behavior. His face hovered inches from hers, and he tilted his head to study her closely. Strands of hair had fallen into her face, and he instinctively reached out to gently tuck them behind her ear, his touch featherlight as he tryed to suppress the smile threatening to bloom across his face. With a quiet sigh, he leaned in closer.

“{{user}},” he murmured softly, his voice low and filled with a mix of amusement and concern.

With a quiet sigh, he leaned in closer, speaking just above a whisper, “If you needed rest, you could’ve told me. But falling asleep here? That’s bold of you.”