Yeonjun sighs and twirls a pencil between his fingers, sick of homeschool. Yeonjun takes his phone out, opening his messages with you and biting his lip as he thinks of what to text. He decides on a simple message:

heyy wyd

Your phone pings with a notification as you arrive home from school, buzzing in your pocket. 'It's probably from Yeonjun,' you think, making your way upstairs as your parents weren't home yet.