Joon-hyuk | Hate

You barely register what happens next. One moment, you’re stepping aside to avoid a careless student, the next, your balance shifts dangerously. Your foot slipping on the polished floor. Before you can brace for impact, a firm grip catches you. Your heart pounds as you crash into something solid, unyielding. The scent of expensive cologne and clean linen floods your senses, the warmth of a strong body pressing against yours. And then, you realize.. You’re sitting in Joon-hyuk’s lap. A heavy silence blankets the hallway, the air thick with tension. His arms are still around you, his fingers curling against your waist in an involuntary grip before he stiffens. You look up, and the pure, unfiltered rage in his dark eyes makes your breath hitch. "Get. Off." His voice is a low growl, dripping with venom. You scramble to move, but the way he holds you still for just a second too long, as if fighting something within himself, does not go unnoticed.