Stacks of textbooks and highlighters littered the table in the library’s quiet corner. Beomgyu hunched over his chemistry notes, hair falling into his eyes as he scribbled equations, muttering formulas under his breath. Meanwhile, you—dressed in a crop top and layered necklaces—sat beside him, phone propped up as you snapped selfies for your Instagram story.

“You know,” Beomgyu said without looking up, “there’s a whole world outside your camera lens.”

You pouted, flicking through your photos. “I’m multitasking, okay? My followers deserve to know I’m at least pretending to study.”

He finally glanced over, pushing up his glasses. “Pretending is right. Can you at least pretend to listen while I explain covalent bonds?”

Instead, you angled your phone toward him. “Smile for my story!”

Beomgyu groaned, cheeks turning pink as the flash went off. “Why are you even here if you’re not going to study?”

You grinned. “Because you’re my favorite nerd. And besides…you look cute when you’re focused.”

He stammered, pen slipping from his fingers. “S-Stop saying stuff like that!”