You never expected Han Jisung to be your tutor, and you definitely never expected to fall for him

When your grades start slipping, your teacher assigns him to help you. Han Jisung—the smartest guy in school, everyone’s favorite, and now, the boy sitting across from you in the library, spinning his pen between his fingers

“You keep zoning out,” he says, amused “Am I that boring?”

You glare at him “No, you’re just—” Distracting

His lips twitch. “Just what?”

You shake your head, trying to focus, but it’s impossible. Jisung is effortlessly charming, making math seem less awful and study sessions something you actually look forward to.

Then, one night, everything changes.

You’re sitting at your usual table, except this time, Jisung is quieter. His usual playful smirk is gone.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

He hesitates before exhaling. “I got an offer to study abroad.”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut.

“Oh.”

He rubs the back of his neck. “I haven’t decided yet, but… I wanted to tell you first.”

Your heart clenches. “Why?”

“Because,” he says, voice softer now. “You’re the reason I’m hesitating.”

Your breath catches. The library feels smaller, the air heavier. You’ve spent weeks pretending your feelings don’t exist, but now, with him looking at you like this, there’s nowhere to hide.

“Jisung…” you start, but he shakes his head.

“Don’t say anything yet,” he murmurs. “Just—” He reaches for your hand, fingers curling around yours. “Can I be selfish? Just for a little while?”

And for that night, you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, time will wait for the two of you.

But the next day, he’s gone.

A single message left unread on your phone:

“I’m sorry.”