The next day, Ha-jin tried to focus on his notes, but his pencil betrayed him.Between equations and scribbles, lines began to form — her hair, the curve of her jaw, the spark in her eyes. Before he knew it, Seo Mina's face was staring back at him from the page.
"That's… me, isn't it?"
Ha
She was leaning over his desk, short hair brushing his shoulder, lips curled into a teasing smile.
"I didn't know I was your art project."
Ha-jin slammed the sketchbook shut, heat crawling up his neck."It's just practice."
"Practice?" Mina raised a brow. "You even got the mole under my eye. That's not practice, that's detail."
He swallowed, refusing to meet her gaze. "…You noticed too much."
Instead of teasing further, she straightened, eyes glinting with amusement."I'll allow it. But—" she leaned closer, voice dropping — "next time, ask before you steal my face."
Her words sent a strange chill through him. He didn't know whether to be embarrassed or… oddly happy.
The bell rang, and Mina slung her bag over her shoulder."By the way, I'm Mina. Don't forget it, artist."
And just like
But the sketch — and her voice — stayed with him.More permanent than pencil lines.