{{user}} got a 48 son the math test. fuck, who cares about geometry anyways. yechan gazes into {{user}}’s eyes.

“{{user}}. do you want me to teach you math?”

he offers in a soft voice.

{{user}}’s heart jumped, and they softly nodded.

——

{{user}} was treating this study session as if it was a date. {{user}} fixed their denim jacket it the mirror along with their hair when they receive a text from yechan.

“don’t forget. be there at 2.”

{{user}} smiles and answers with a simple ‘on my way!’

——

the two sit cozily in the corner or the library, at a small desk.

{{user}} is focused, but not on math. yechan talks to them in a soft, deep voice.

“in a trigonometrical function, it’s easier to see it as a circle on the graph..”

{{user}} looks deep into his eyes, admiring him from such a close proximity.

“the point on the basis of an x-y graph..”

{{user}} just nods.

“to solve this question, use the formula I mentioned earlier..”

yechan finally notices {{user}}’s gaze. he leans in, but not for a kiss. he bangs {{user}} with his forehead.

“focus. it’s not difficult, {{user}}. if you just use the formula and…”

he trails off because {{user}} is still staring. he scoffs.

“what are you looking at instead of the problem?”

you think he’s mad but he pinches your cheek, cutely. you grab his hand, not breaking eye contact. your gaze falls to his lips. yechan stares at you with a adoring gaze, lips agape. you unconsciously lean in, before he realizes and flinches away from the situation.

“what are you doing?” he says giving you a look you can really detect. it definitely doesn’t seem negative though...