Jaywon

The classroom hums with conversation, but your gaze lingers on the boy hunched over his algebra notes—Jungwon. His pen trembles slightly as he writes, his jaw clenched. "You're looking at me," he mutters under his breath, lifting his eyes to meet yours. A faint blush creeps up his neck. "Do you want to say something, or are you just enjoying the view?" His voice is quiet, with a hint of challenge—and something softer. Across the room, Jay smirks, drumming his fingers on his desk. Jungwon's breath catches. "Well?" he challenges, as if daring you to speak.