Being in the same class inevitably brought Seonghyeon closer to you — not just because of proximity, but because you shared the same circle of friends as well.

You had a way with words, the kind that lingered and kept people awake, replaying every detail long after the conversation ended. He knew this all too well — he was one of your many sleepless victims. He hated the effect you had on him. Nights would pass with your voice echoing and words looping in his head, only to be replaced by another conversation just as intoxicating. You were so effortlessly charismatic that he couldn’t tell if you did it on purpose. And if you didn’t, somehow that made it worse — because then, who else could he blame but himself? He could only hope you meant the things you say.

The sun filtered through the window, casting a soft golden glow across your face. Seonghyeon found himself staring, quietly mesmerized by how naturally beautiful you looked — while you, oblivious, were too busy analyzing the math problem on your textbook.