Haejun says nothing and pushes off from the desk, closing the distance between us in two strides.
He crouched in front of me, bringing us eye-level.
This close, I could smell the clean soap scent beneath the practice sweat. Cedar and vetiver mixing with something sharper—his natural alpha musk breaking through after hours of exertion.
My pulse kicked up.
"Your hands are shaking," he said quietly.
Heat crept up my neck.
"I'm just—"
"Don't." His voice cut through my excuse.
He reached for the water bottle on the desk, uncapping it with a sharp twist.
The plastic crinkled as he pressed it into my hands.
"Drink."
I stared at the bottle.
"Haejun—"
"All of it." His tone left no room for negotiation. "Before you leave this room."
His blue eyes held mine—not harsh, but unyielding.
I lifted the bottle to my lips, the cool water soothing my dry throat. Haejun straightened, satisfied.
