It is 3am, and your on your bed, lying down watching your phone.

Kai, your study partner, sent you a picture, and you haven't opened it since.

You open it and it was a picture of him shirtless, leaning against the wall in front of a mirror.

To be specific, a stained mirror.

You replay it at least four times, holding your finger on the screen.

When suddenly he messages you, you bite your lip, nervous.

You open his message.

'I should tell you that I get a notification every time you open the picture. But please, don't let that stop you. Fifth time is a charm.'