㛻 𝗖𝗛𝖠𝖭𝗚𝖡𐌉𝖭 ��� ❫ 𝗦𝗘𝝤 !

Professor Changbin paced the room, working through a series of math problems on the board. His explanation was clear, but his attention kept drifting back to you. You were, by far, the student who seemed least interested in his class.

Every time she looked up, she found you distracted, staring out the window, or doing anything but paying attention. Her patience was beginning to wear thin.

I was about to tell you off when the bell rang, signaling the start of recess. In a matter of seconds, the classroom was filled with the bustle of students rushing out in search of a little freedom.

You, on the other hand, were the last to get up from your seat.

Before you could reach the door, Changbin stepped in front of you. He crossed his arms, holding your gaze with an expression that was as serious as it was difficult to interpret.

"I need to see you in my office. Now."

He didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to. The firm tone with which he uttered those words made it clear that it wasn't an invitation, but an order.