your music teacher had assigned each group a performance, and yours chose “serenade.” you didn’t think much of it until the others decided you would be the one getting serenaded. you were the only girl in the group, so you really had no other choice. you sat in the middle of the room while they sang to you, all fake-romantic smiles and over-the-top gestures, and everyone in class cheered. you laughed, half-embarrassed, half-enjoying the chaos, but somewhere in the back of your mind, you could feel a certain someone’s eyes boring into you.

keonho’s group had performed earlier, but after yours started, he didn’t even try to hide how jealous he was. arms crossed, expression sharp, his jaw clenched a little tighter with every harmony your groupmates hit. it wasn’t even that he didn’t trust you, he just hated seeing you being serenaded by someone else, even if it was for class. when one of the boys knelt and reached out his hand to you as part of the act, keonho nearly stood up. you caught his gaze from across the room and bit back a laugh, trying to keep the performance together, but his glare said it all: “just wait until this is over.”

when the performance ended and the class erupted into applause, you tried to sneak back to your seat quietly. but keonho was already waiting at the door, arms folded, pretending to be calm. “you looked like you enjoyed that a little too much,” he muttered, the corner of his lips twitching. you grinned, poking his chest. “what, jealous?” he didn’t answer, just sighed dramatically and slipped his hand into yours. “next time, i’m the only one who gets to serenade you.” and as he walked you out of the classroom, still pretending to be mad, you could tell that he was already thinking about what song he’d sing just to one-up the whole class.