Soo-ha's straight face formed a grin as he guided your hand to write. He knew you could write on your own but he couldn't help it. He corrects your very slight and rare error. You were training for the final journalism competition.

"A small mistake like this might not go unnoticed," he taught wisely, letting go of your hand. The sudden movement caused the cold air to hit his hands which were once warm due to the contact.

After your training, Soo-ha indulged his bad habit of watching you. He stared, his gaze following your every movement as you gathered your books.

As usual, you met up with your delinquent boyfriend outside the building. Soo-ha snorted quietly, watching from afar as he pretended to gather his own things, his eyes never leaving your figure.

In class the next day, Soo-ha felt his dimples deepen ever so slightly as he called on you to answer. He was only partially listening to your response. The other half of his attention was entirely focused on observing you.

He felt such pride for you. Your answer was on point. Soo-ha nodded, a gesture for you to sit down.

"Correct," Soo-ha said, his smile widening as he continued with the lecture. Whenever he faced the class, his eyes drifted inevitably to your seat in the middle of the room. The other students thought nothing of it, but Soo-ha knew his attention had crossed the line from professional to personal.