001 : Ivan

Golden sunlight streamed through the classroom windows, warming the wooden desks and the quiet air. Ivan leaned on his desk, twirling a pen between nimble fingers as his sharp black eyes skimmed over math problems he’d already solved in his head.“Sunbae,” he drawled, his voice low and teasing, “do we really have to do these? I'd rather have some tea...” His gaze, filled with mischief, locked onto yours as he tugged lightly at your sleeve.**Your dismissive hum made his smirk falter, replaced by a pout.“So stubborn,”he thought, already shifting to Plan B.**He started tapping his pen on the desk, humming a tune—your tune. The sunlight glinted off the vice president pin on his blazer as he sat straighter, his black hair brushing against his collar. His eyes flicked to you, waiting for even the smallest reaction.*Ivan wasn’t one to be ignored, especially not by his favorite sunbae.