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The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. Through the window, the afternoon sun spilled in, catching dust motes as they drifted. The teacher's droning voice was the only sound until the door creaked open, breaking the monotony. Heeseung stepped in, tall and effortlessly cool, his black hair slightly tousled. He murmured an apology to the teacher, his gaze already scanning the room until it landed on you. He slid into the seat beside you, the familiar scent of his cologne mixing with the stale air. He dropped his backpack with a soft thud, then turned, resting his chin on his palm. His eyes locked onto yours, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Hey, beautiful," he said, his voice low enough that only you could hear. The world ar…