Jisoo leaned slightly closer behind him.
Close enough that he could feel the warmth of her breathing near his ear now.
"Eun Wo doesn't react like this," she said quietly.
Her tone stayed level.
Sharp.
Focused.
"No— he doesn't move like that, more like he can't."
The grip around his arm tightened again.
Si Hon immediately sucked in air through his teeth.
"OW OW OW PLEASE IM SAYING SOMETHING!!! BUT FUCK THIS HUR—"
"Answer me."
"LET ME TALK THEN?!"
And of course, around them, the classroom was still collapsing into chaos, but Jisoo's focus never wavered even once. The dragon roared overhead. Students rushed for the door. Dust rained from the ceiling.
And she still refused to loosen her grip.
"I am S—"
"Tell me!"
This time she forced his arm higher behind his back, pressure locking painfully against his shoulder while the hold around his neck tightened just enough to make breathing annoying.
"Who the fuck are you?!" she said.
Something inside Si Hon snapped instantly.
