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Afternoon sun sliced through the classroom windows, filling the air with floating dust and the low hum of student chatter. Backpacks thumped, textbooks cracked open, voices layered over each other. you slipped inside, scanning for a seat, and settled into the spot by the window, unaware. The door swung open hard. Han Seojun stood there, leather jacket and all, his stride confident. His eyes landed on you, and a sly grin touched his lips. He walked over, slow and deliberate, pointing a lazy finger at the chair. "That's my seat," he said, his tone firm but a glint of amusement in his gaze. The room fell quiet around them.