The male student from her homeroom who had checked where she lived yesterday when Dara and she were walking together to her house, Yu Da-hyun, realizing that he had been waiting for her, shivered and reluctantly forced herself to take a step toward the bus stop.

    It was so obvious that Yu Da-hyun could just brush it off with a feeling of, “How cute, but I’m not interested, so he’ll stop anyway.”

    ***

    The thought of that made her shudder as she mentally shouted.

    However, the strange look he had given her earlier that day lingered in her mind all day, and she absolutely didn’t want to go home with him.

    So, Yoo Da-hyun came up with a plan to avoid that situation.

    Once she confirmed that he hadn’t, she quickly ran to the teacher’s office, hoping to avoid his gaze.

    Once she confirmed he wasn’t, she entered the bathroom and waited there for about ten minutes, hoping to avoid running into him when he left the classroom.

    As long as Lee Hwi-jun wasn’t there, it didn’t matter who else was inside.

    If she hadn’t done this, it would have been more unusual, considering that if there were no special reason for Lee Hwi-jun to go home with her, he would have already gone home.

    Even if he had some sort of stalker tendencies and had been trying to follow her home, he couldn’t have predicted this.

    In the time it took for him to glance away, she had slipped away.

    Her heart was pounding in her chest as she stared at Lee Hwi-jun, who stood silently at the door, watching her with an unreadable expression.

    Her legs felt like they were made of stone, though, and she couldn’t seem to move.

    She wanted to shout at him, ask him why he was here, but the words were stuck in her throat.

    The tension in the room was suffocating.

    He simply stood there, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.

    The silence between them stretched on, thick and awkward.

    “You’re not going home yet?”

    His tone was neutral, but there was something about it that made Yoo Da-hyun’s skin crawl.

    It was as if he already knew the answer, as if he had been watching her the entire time.

    She couldn’t let him know the truth—how paranoid she had been about going home with him.

    She couldn’t let him think she was afraid of him.

    “I was just… studying. I’m going to stay here for a while.”

    It was as if he was weighing her response, trying to read something between the lines.

    For a second, Yoo Da-hyun thought she might crack under the pressure.

    Was he mocking her?

    Or was it something else?

    Was he… disappointed?

    There was a beat of silence before Lee Hwi-jun stepped further into the room, moving toward the desk opposite hers.

    He didn’t sit down, though; he just leaned against it, his eyes flicking toward the window briefly before returning to her.

    She couldn’t help but notice how close he was now.

    She felt a strange chill run down her spine.

    She hadn’t realized until then how much she had feared that exact thought.

    She tried to sound convincing, but she knew she wasn’t fooling either of them.

    “I know. But I just wanted to make sure you don’t misunderstand.”

    She couldn’t.

    Her mind was spinning.

    What was he trying to say?

    Why was he here, in the classroom, when he could have easily gone home like everyone else?

    Maybe he knew exactly what she was doing, and this was his way of confronting her.

    She couldn’t allow herself to think that way.

    She didn’t want to see him as a threat. She didn’t want to live in fear.

    “So…” Lee Hwi-jun continued, breaking her train of thought.

    “Are you planning to study here all night? Or are you just avoiding me?”

    He said it casually, like a joke, but there was something about the way he said it that made her feel exposed, like she had just been caught in the act of something she wasn’t supposed to be doing.

    “I’m not avoiding you,” she said stiffly, though it felt like a lie.

    “I just… wanted some quiet time to think.”

    She couldn’t tell him the truth, not even if she wanted to.

    She didn’t even know what to say anymore.

    “You’re really something, Da-hyun,” he said softly, almost as if to himself.

    She didn’t know if it was a compliment or an insult, and she didn’t know if she wanted to find out.

    What did he mean by all of that?

    Was he just being his usual cryptic self, or was there something more to his words?

    All she knew was that her heart was still pounding in her chest, and the strange, unsettling feeling he had left behind was refusing to go away.


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