She glanced briefly at the ring on his finger, then back at his face. "And don't worry about her. She's probably just resting."
Si Hon looked at her hand.
Then he pulled his knees up to his chest, turned his head sideways toward the wall, and said nothing.
Jisoo's extended hand remained in the air for a moment.
Then she lowered it slowly.
She didn't say anything immediately. She just stood there in the chaos of the hallway— students still running past in both directions, someone knocking into her shoulder without apologizing, the dragon doing something loud and structural to the classroom behind them—
And looked at the side of Si Hon's face while he very deliberately looked at literally anything else. Her jaw shifted slightly. One finger tapped against her own thigh twice, then stopped.
(This guy,) she thought, (is genuinely pissing me off. ( ╹▽╹ )...)
