He didn’t tutor her. He just sat at the other end of the porch, reading a medical journal. But whenever she made a frustrated sound, he’d say, “No. Balance the oxygen atoms first, idiot.” It was brutal. It was efficient. She passed. Not with a high score, but with a solid 72. She’d never been so proud.
Ha-ni’s soul left her body. Live. Next door. To Seung-jo. Playful Kiss -K-Drama-
She ran out, tripped over a root, and crashed into a stack of metal chairs, creating a cacophony that shattered the moment. Seung-jo looked over, his expression unreadable. The pretty girl fled in annoyance. He didn’t tutor her
“You’re a disaster,” he said, his voice cracking. “You’re a beautiful, chaotic, infuriating disaster. And I don’t want to solve you. I just want to exist in the same equation.” Balance the oxygen atoms first, idiot
The first night, Ha-ni tiptoed down the pristine Baek hallway to get a glass of water. She wore her retainer and a t-shirt that read ‘Genius in Training.’ She bumped into a solid, warm wall. It was Seung-jo, fresh from a shower, his hair damp and smelling of cedar.