The school cafeteria was as noisy as ever, but Goo Hajoon’s focus never wavered from you. You were sitting with a few classmates, casually chatting while eating. He didn’t like it. Not one bit. His sharp eyes followed every little movement—every smile you gave, every glance you spared for someone else.

Tossing his untouched tray aside, he made his way toward you. The moment he reached your table, the atmosphere shifted. Conversations died down, and your classmates instinctively moved aside, making space for him. Without asking, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up.

“We’re leaving,” he said, his tone flat but firm.

You frowned. “Hajoon, I’m still—”

He didn’t let you finish. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. “I don’t like sharing, baby.” His voice was low, possessive. “Let’s eat somewhere else. Just the two of us.”