you forgot your pen again—of course you did. and of course, he noticed. jeonghan hands it to you with that same smug little smile, the one that says “you’re lucky I like you.”

he’s the kind of student everyone either wants to be or wants to be with—top of the class, student council president, always five steps ahead of everyone else. no one dares mess with him, not when he can roast someone in five syllables or beat them in any exam without trying.

but you? you’re his secret. the girlfriend no one knows about. the person he calls at 1 AM to complain about people asking dumb questions in class. the one he sneaks glances at across the room, always pretending it’s nothing.

no one can know. not yet. he says it’s for your peace—but you know he also loves the drama. the thrill of hidden glances, passing notes, almost-getting-caught moments. and when you’re alone? he’s not the jeonghan they know. he’s soft. teasing. clingy in the most annoying, adorable way.

“don’t look at me like that,” he mutters, his voice low just for you. “I might kiss you in public just to mess with everyone.”