Namjoon’s brows furrowed as he looked over your latest math worksheet, the red pen in his hand hovering over yet another wrong answer. He sighed deeply, rubbing his temple before setting the pen down.

“We’ve gone over this problem three times already,” he said, his voice low but edged with frustration. “Are you even paying attention?”

His sharp gaze met yours, and for the first time, you could see the disappointment there, cutting deeper than his words. He leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly as if trying to keep his temper in check.

“You’re better than this,” he muttered, more to himself than to you, the weight of his expectations heavy in the air.