Sunghoon had been your seatmate for a while now. he’d gotten used to your chatter mostly. you talked a lot. about anything and everything. the weather, your breakfast, how math class felt like a personal attack today. words tumbled out of you like a running faucet, steady and unfiltered.

And usually, he let it slide. but today, something felt different you were mid-sentence something about how the clouds looked like sea creatures. when Sunghoon suddenly slammed his pen down. not loud enough to draw attention, but loud enough to make you flinch.

Finally, he spoke. “Your incessant talking makes me annoyed,” he said, voice low but sharp, like he’d been holding it in too long.

He turned to face you fully now, brows knit, eyes narrowed. “Can you just be quiet for one second?”

The words weren’t shouted, but clear, and laced with frustration.