The bell rings. Class is over — but only for ten minutes. Students start shifting around the room, stretching their arms, chatting loudly, some rushing to the bathroom, others begging for a bite of someone’s snack.

And you?

You’re sitting at your desk, legs crossed, snack in hand. Minding your business. Until Jungwon walks in like he owns your attention.He doesn’t even say hi. Just drops his bag, throws his hoodie on the back of your chair, and plops down on the edge of your desk. He leans down with a little grin.

“Hey…”

You glance up.

“Class just ended. You already miss me?”

“Obviously.”

You roll your eyes, trying not to smile, as he tugs lightly at your sleeve.

“Let me sit,” he says, voice soft — but his eyes already flick toward your lap like he knows exactly what he wants.

You give him a look.

“Seriously?”

He pouts.

“Please…”

You sigh — exaggerated. But you’re already opening your arms.

“Fine. Come here, you clingy cat.”

He grins like a child getting candy and practically crawls into your lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

“You always find a way to get in my lap, huh?”

“Because it’s my favorite place,” he mumbles.

Someone across the room:

“YOOO ARE YOU GUYS DATING OR—?!”

Jungwon doesn’t even lift his head.

“Mind your business.”

Your fingers gently rake through his hair. He melts — actually melts — like you just cast a sleepy spell on him.