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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.

“Thanks,” she mumbled.

“Oh, you poor things! You’ll stay with us until it’s fixed,” she declared, her eyes twinkling as they landed on Ha-ni.

“What is this?” he demanded, holding up the note. “What is this mathematical nonsense ?” Playful Kiss -K-Drama-

Seung-jo sighed, pulling her close. “We are a verified theorem. And I will spend the rest of my life proving it.”

He grabbed her shoulders, his fingers digging in. “Do you think I care about level? I care about function . You function in my life the way oxygen functions in a combustion reaction. Without you, I just… suffocate.”

He pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. It was her old love letter, the origami heart, carefully unfolded. “I took it out of the trash that day,” he confessed, his voice low. “I’ve had it for three years.” She ran out, tripped over a root, and

The day they moved in, a gas leak caused a small explosion in their kitchen. The Oh family stood soot-faced on the lawn as Seung-jo’s mother, the impossibly kind and beautiful Mrs. Baek, rushed over with a plate of homemade japchae.

One night, a week before her final teaching practicum, a fire alarm went off in the university library. Ha-ni, who had been cramming, stumbled out in the chaos. In the parking lot, wet from the sprinklers, she saw Seung-jo holding Ji-soo’s hand, guiding her to a car.

Before she could process that, he leaned in. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a decisive, almost exasperated press of his lips against hers. It lasted three seconds. When he pulled back, his ears were pink. “Thanks,” she mumbled

Ha-ni stared at him. The great Baek Seung-jo, the human supercomputer, had kept her messy, misspelled love letter.

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.

“It’s a goodbye,” she said, her voice surprisingly steady. “You have Ji-soo. She’s your level. I’m… room temperature.”