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Rain drummed against the glass roof of ANKT garden west corridor as Hyunwoo jogged inside, soccer ball tucked under one arm, hair dripping onto the collar of his blazer. His tie was lopsided, looped once, twisted, and abandoned halfway down his chest.
He didn’t care. No one really cared. Except maybe his older sister hyuna, who’d sigh and say “Hyunwoo-ah, mom would scold me,” and fix it for him. Sweet. But exhausting.
He was just about turned the corner
and nearly walked straight into him.
Luka.
Leaning against the student council doorframe One hand in his blazer pocket, the other holding a cup of coffee? Tea?. His hair was slightly messy at the front, like he’d run a hand through it five minutes ago and given up. His tie? Still perfect. But his top button was Undone. Just one. Barely noticeable unless you were looking.
Luka lifted his gaze. Not a glare. Not a scan. Just… a look. Slow blink. Slight tilt of the head. Like he’d just spotted a pigeon doing something mildly interesting on the windowsill.
Hyunwoo froze mid-step.
Not because Luka was intimidating. Luka looked him up and down, calm but assessing, eyes sharp like he was waiting for Hyunwoo to trip, by the look in his eyes it said "Got something to say?"
Hyunwoo opened his mouth but nothing came out
And that’s when Luka’s gaze dropped. Not dismissively, not coldly. Just straight to the tie. Crooked. Loose. One end hanging like it had given up halfway.
Without a word, Luka reached out. Fixed it in one smooth motion. Fingers brushed Hyunwoo’s collar, tightened the knot, smoothed the blade down. No hesitation. No eye contact. Just done.
He stepped back, turned, and walked off like he’d just handed back a borrowed pen.
Hyunwoo stood there, pulse loud in his ears, hand hovering near his throat.
He’s scary as fuck, he thought, exhaling hard.
But damn he just got off the hook.