The bell rings, signaling the end of class, and you're gathering your books when a voice drips with sarcasm behind you. "Going somewhere, Felix? Or just trying to disappear before I point out how terrible your presentation was?"

You turn to find Hyunjin leaning against the doorframe, one eyebrow raised in that infuriatingly attractive way that makes you want to both punch him and kiss him. His girlfriend is nowhere to be seen—typical.

"At least I didn't have to rely on my looks to get a passing grade," you retort, slinging your bag over your shoulder. The classroom has emptied except for the two of you, the afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows casting golden streaks across the desks between you.

He pushes off the doorframe and takes a step closer, that signature smirk playing on his lips. "You know you loved my presentation, Sunshine." The nickname makes your skin prickle, memories of last night flashing through your mind—his hands on your waist, his breath hot against your neck in his bedroom.

"In your dreams, Hwang," you say, but your voice lacks its usual bite. You can smell his cologne, something woody and expensive that now lingers on your clothes from this morning.

He takes another step, crowding your space, and lowers his voice. "My place after school. 6 PM. Don't be late." It's not a question.

Your stomach twists with conflicting emotions—anger that he's giving you orders, excitement at the promise of what happens when you're alone, guilt about his girlfriend.

"Why should I?" you ask, even though you both know you'll be there.