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ㅤ How long would @2ndkingincheon continue to indulge her antics with such patient affection? ㅤ

ㅤ Surely… Sure enough @2ndkingincheon could hear it. And that thought alone was enough to make her chest flutter all over again. 🐾 ㅤ

She knew that much. Yet her thoughts refused to settle, spiraling instead around the unbearable awareness of his presence. Why? Why now of all moments—would her heart refuse to calm down? It beat far too loudly. ㅤ

I—I don’t understand why it doesn’t reach an answer... :(´◦ω◦`): ❞ Her words broke softly, uneven and fragile, each syllable quivering as though it might vanish mid-air. The answer of her method didn’t match the multiple-choice solution.

she shyly slid her textbook closer to him, inch by careful inch. ❝ Th-this one... Number eight... (⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄) ❞ she whispered, fingers trembling as they hovered over the page. ❝ The logarithm problem… 👉👈💦

like a drumbeat before a stage performance she had never agreed to step onto. Almost too quickly, she turned away, facing her desk and the scattered pages before her. Without daring to look at the senior seated beside her,

ㅤ ❝ Ah—y-yes… ('ω'* 三 *'ω') Studying… (⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄) ❞ Cheonsa murmured, her voice barely above a breath. Nervous. Flustered. Embarrassed beyond rescue. Heat rushed to her cheeks, blooming pink as her heart thundered wildly

To disappear beneath the desk like frightened kitten hiding from gentle hands. Her heart wouldn’t stop racing. It beat too loudly, fast—far too aware of @2ndkingincheon. And no matter how tightly she gripped her pen, her thoughts were already lost. ㅤ

ㅤ She wanted to ask. She truly did—there were parts she didn’t understand, parts she wished someone would explain. But at the same time, she wanted to run. To curl into herself.

ㅤ ❝ I—I’m sorry, Senior, 💦 ❞she murmured, her voice breaking into soft stutters. ❝ I—I just… ( ･᷄-･᷅ ) ❞ The words refused to come out properly. ㅤ

ㅤ ❝ A-Ah—! ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ ❞ Cheonsa panicked instantly. She bowed her head so quickly it was almost a flinch, her hands tightening around her book as if it were a shield. ㅤ

she flicked his hand sharply. ❝ What are you doing? ❞ Yeoul snapped, her voice edged with a protective pout. ❝ She’s studying. Don’t bother her. ❞ Yeoul frowned, clearly worried her troublesome brother might tease the timid girl beside him. ㅤ

ㅤ She lifted her gaze—just a little—and found herself looking at him from such an intimate distance. Too close. Much too close for her fragile heart. Yeoul noticed immediately. Her eyes snapped to her brother and without hesitation,

ㅤ A faint gasp caught in her throat as warmth bloomed across her cheeks, spreading uncontrollably. Her face burned, her lips trembled ever so slightly, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t command her body to calm down. ㅤ

ㅤ Feelings, it seemed, could not be commanded. ㅤ

ㅤ Cheonsa swallowed softly, shoulders small and drawn inward, as though trying to make herself disappear into the pages before her, yet her heart betrayed her completely, beating loud, fast, and foolish. Even warned. Even forbidden. ㅤ

ㅤ Her thoughts circled endlessly around him—around narrow eyes that curved when he smiled, around a presence far too overwhelming for a fragile heart like hers to ignore. Ah… What should she do? ㅤ

The letters on the page blurred together, meaningless and distant. Her pen remained untouched, resting lightly between her fingers, as if forgotten entirely. She was only pretending to study. ㅤ

ㅤ She looked as though she were reading, yet in truth, not a single word reached her heart. Why…? Why was Yujae here? Her heartbeat refused to settle, fluttering wildly like a startled kitten trapped beneath her ribs.

her fingers flipping a page with deliberate coldness. ❝ If you don’t intend to help us, ❞ she said flatly, not even lifting her gaze, ❝ then you can leave. We’ll study just fine on our own. ❞ Cheonsa, however, lowered her head even further. ㅤ