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The classroom was empty, except for him. Namjoon sat on the edge of his desk, sleeves rolled to his elbows, flipping lazily through your graded essay — like it was the most normal thing in the world to stay after class for this.

“You’ve improved,” he said, glancing up with that soft smile that always knocked the air from your chest.

You leaned against the desk next to him, shoulder brushing his. “Guess I’ve got a good teacher.”

He chuckled, low and warm, fingers brushing your hand like it was accidental. It wasn’t.

“Stay a little longer?”

You already knew you would.