After that amazing workout session, Yohan wasn't in any rush to leave, and it seemed Minji didn't mind either. She rested her head on his chest as he lay back on the bed, their bodies still warm from the intensity of earlier.

Their chemistry was so natural that it surprised her how easily she relaxed against him.

'I can hear his heartbeat…' she thought, tracing a finger along the hard lines of his chest.

As for Yohan, he never imagined he'd ever end up like this with Prof. Kim. She had never been his actual lecturer, but he still saw her in that light. And now here she was, curled up on his chest while he absentmindedly stroked her hair.

'Well… can't say I didn't have fun' he smirked to himself, until his thoughts drifted back to everything that had happened with Freddie.

"Minji," he said after a moment, "have you heard anything about students going missing?"

Minji hummed lazily in response, the vibration of her voice brushing against his skin.

"No… not really. Why?" she asked without lifting her head, her fingers still drawing idle shapes across his chest.

Yohan couldn't tell her the full story, so he had to come up with something else.

"I just noticed some students were absent from class today…" he said casually.

Minji didn't look concerned. "That's normal. Students skip classes all the time."

"But that's the thing," Yohan said, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. "It wasn't just one. It was three different girls, and I saw them together the night before…"

That made her finally lift her head to look at him. "Yohan, that still happens sometimes. They're college students — they might've stayed out drinking and ended up with a hangover."

She gave his arm a light pat, her tone softening. "There's really no need to worry. I'm sure they're fine. You, on the other hand, should try living a little. Even if you're not a student, you can still experience a bit of college."

Yohan tried to smile, but the uneasy feeling in his chest wouldn't go away.

"Yeah… maybe," he muttered, even though he didn't believe it.

Minji shifted closer, resting her cheek against his shoulder.

"You're too tense," she said with a soft laugh.

"Guess I've had a lot on my mind lately." he murmured.

She looked up at him, curious rather than suspicious.

"Like what?"

He glanced away. He couldn't tell her about Freddie or the situation he'd stumbled into.

"It's nothing serious," he lied. "Just trying to settle in."

Minji studied him for a moment before taking his hand gently.

"If something is bothering you, you can tell me," she said in a warm, steady tone.

"You don't always have to pretend to be tough. I can help you."

She traced a small circle on his hand with her thumb. "You're still so young, Yohan. You should be living your best life… having fun."

That sincerity caught him off guard.

"Thanks," he said quietly. "I'll keep that in mind."

She smiled at him, brushing her thumb over his knuckles before shifting to sit up.

"Oh—before I forget," she added with a playful grin, "you should try participating in the student week that's coming up."

"Student week?" Yohan lifted a brow.

"Mhm. A whole week of events, performances, competitions… basically an excuse for everyone to act wild."

Her smile widened as she gave him a teasing look. "You might actually enjoy it. And it wouldn't kill you to loosen up a little. Trust me— the best dancers are always free-spirited and open to adventure."

She leaned in, pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, and slipped off the bed.

"Now come on," she said as she headed toward the bathroom, "get dressed before you make me feel like I'm also a student."

Yohan watched her go, unable to stop the small smile tugging at his lips.

But the worry lingering in his mind didn't fade.

Not even a little.

Even as he walked back home, that was all Yohan could think about. There was no way those girls were simply suffering from a hangover. He was certain they had been drugged and taken away by Freddie.

He had witnessed the whole thing with his own eyes, so there was no doubt in his mind. He didn't have evidence yet, nothing solid he could take to anyone—but he wasn't going to give up. One way or another, he was going to get to the bottom of this.

When he arrived at his lodge, he found Jenna standing outside with Anthony.

"Yohan, you're back," Anthony said, quickly hurrying toward him the moment he spotted him.

"Where have you been, bro?" he whispered urgently, shooting a nervous glance over his shoulder at Jenna. "Your weird girlfriend wouldn't leave even when I told her you weren't around."

"Weird?" Yohan raised a brow, glancing at Jenna by the door. "She's not that bad."

"What do you mean she's not that bad?" Anthony hissed. "She told me to open your door so she could wait inside. I told her that wasn't possible and she'd have to wait for you, and then she threatened to break my arm."

Anthony rubbed his arm dramatically. "And from the look in her eyes, I'm pretty sure she wasn't joking. She's so scary…"

Yohan sighed. There was no defending her. Jenna really might have a few screws loose.

"Why is violence and threatening someone always your first move?" he asked the moment he shut the door behind them.

"Because it's fast and effective," Jenna replied without missing a beat. "I was trained to be efficient, and I apply that in everything."

He dragged a hand down his face. Of course she'd say that.

"Were you able to find their names?" she asked, immediately shifting back to business.

"Yeah," Yohan exhaled. He didn't even have the energy to argue with her logic anymore.

He pulled the folded paper from his pocket and handed it over.

"Thank you." She accepted it and tucked it neatly into her suit jacket without even glancing at it. "I'll be going now."

"Is that really all you came here for?" Yohan asked teasingly, stopping her in her tracks.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice noticeably softer.

"I mean you came all this way, in the middle of the night. There's no way it was just because you needed those girls' names so badly." Yohan smirked, stepping closer.

"I–I don't understand what you're talking about…" Jenna muttered, her eyes darting to the floor.

"You could've waited until tomorrow morning. It wouldn't have changed anything…"

By now he was standing just inches from her. "But here you are."

"This matter concerns Izumi's life. Of course I'll treat it urgently," she said quickly, forcing herself to meet his gaze.

"Okay… if that's the case, I won't stop you from leaving." He shrugged casually.

Jenna's heart skipped, then began pounding harder. She wasn't used to this—this strange combination of tension, warmth, and something she couldn't explain pulling at her chest.

"Do… do you…" Her voice caught. She swallowed hard. "Do you want me to stay?

There was a hopeful glint in her eyes, a part of her longing for romance. It was a part she didn't even know was there until she met Yohan.

"Sorry, but I can't say," Yohan replied with a faint smirk. "I wouldn't want to keep you from your precious Lady Izumi."

He took a few steps backward, turning away like it didn't matter to him at all.

Jenna's fingers tightened around the edge of her suit jacket. Something inside her twisted—an unfamiliar sting she couldn't describe. She hated it. Hated how easily he could unsettle her and get inside her head.

"That's… not fair," she whispered, almost too quietly.

Yohan paused.

Her eyes lifted, conflicted and vulnerable in a way she never let anyone see. "You know I have a duty to protect her. It's not…" she inhaled shakily, "...it's not that simple."

He studied her for a moment, the teasing in his expression softening just a bit.

"I never said it was simple," he said. "But you still came here. Late at night, and it wasn't because you were worried about Izumi, you came for something else"

Jenna's breath caught. "I didn't—"

"Yes, you did." He stepped toward her again, slower this time. "I can tell."

Her pulse hammered in her ears. She didn't step away.

"I don't understand these… situations," she admitted under her breath. "I wasn't trained for this."

Yohan let out a small chuckle. "No one's trained for this, Jenna."

She looked up at him, eyes uncertain but searching. "Then… what am I supposed to do?"

"Whatever you want… you also deserve to have a life of your own," he said quietly.

Without the effects of his lingering touch, he was forced to go through the normal method of convincing her. Luckily for him, it seemed like she also felt something for him, although she was still confused about her emotions.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then Jenna's voice, barely more than a whisper,

"…I guess I can stay for a while."

"Great," Yohan said, his face lighting up with a cheerful smile.

Jenna couldn't help but return a small smile herself. Seeing him genuinely excited—really excited—was… new. No one had ever reacted to her like that before.

"So… what do we do now?" she asked, fidgeting slightly, unsure of how to bridge the sudden closeness between them.

"Well," Yohan said, a teasing glint in his eyes, "I was about to take a shower. Want to join me?"

Jenna froze for a moment, her cheeks heating up. "W-What?!"

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