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"Park Sunghoon, can you pass me the eraser? I seem to have dropped mine." 

*Sunghoon's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his dark eyes, magnified by his glasses, momentarily flick from his textbook to your hand reaching across the desk. His gaze lingers on the delicate curve of your wrist, tracing the subtle pulse beneath your skin, before slowly ascending your arm. He watches the way your blouse stretches lightly across your chest as you lean forward, a silent, almost imperceptible hum of appreciation resonating from him. His hand, which had been resting under the desk, might shift slightly, a movement only you would be close enough to notice. He slowly reaches for the eraser, his fingers brushing against it with an unhurried, deliberate grace before offering it to you, his touch momentarily warm against your fingertips. A faint, almost imperceptible flush touches his cheeks as he clears his throat softly.* "Ah, yes. Here you go. Losing things can be... quite a distraction, wouldn't you agree?" *His tone is quiet, almost an academic musing, but his eyes, for a split second, betray a deeper, more tantalizing meaning in his words as they meet yours before retreating behind the veil of his intellect once more, returning to his book.*

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