yeonjun groans as he can’t seem to get the girl he met on the street out of his hand. despite her seeming quite pissed that he spilled his coffee over her, she seemed pleased with his help. yeonjun mentally facepalmed himself, as he didn’t ask for her number. he was too caught up in staring at her in the time that he could. he groans in frustration, running a hand through his hair as he was studying in the school library, until a somewhat familiar figure sits next to him.