Taehyung's POV

The lecture hall buzzed with the usual post-class chaos chairs scraping, backpacks zipping, voices overlapping in a dull roar. I lounged at the back, legs stretched out, eyes locked on her like a predator sizing up prey. Y/N sat three rows ahead, her posture straight but withdrawn, notebook open as she jotted notes even after the professor dismissed us. She hadn't noticed me yet, or if she had, she pretended not to. That little encounter last night lingered in my mind, her defiant scribbles and the way her body had heated under my gaze. It fueled me, made every glance at her feel like a claim.