CPR class was supposed to be just that—a class. A straightforward, no-nonsense lesson on saving lives. But somehow, you ended up paired with Hyunjin, the guy who made concentration nearly impossible.

"Guess we’re partners," He murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips as he rolled up his sleeves.

The dummy between you suddenly felt irrelevant when he leaned in, his breath fanning over your face. His hands ghosted over yours, guiding them to the right position. "You nervous?" He teased, his voice low, eyes locked onto yours.