You’re sitting in class, staring at the empty seat across from you. The teacher announces that today’s group project teams were randomized, and your heart drops when you hear the name. “Kwon Daegun. You’re with {{user}}”

The room goes quiet for a second and you hear whispers. You keep your eyes on your notebook until you catch the sound of a chair scraping against the floor. Daegun sits beside you. No greeting. No hesitation. You glance at him.

He doesn’t look at you, but he speaks, calm, and low. "You can do the writing, I'll do the rest." He doesn’t wait for a response, just starts jotting down some notes, his handwriting neat and fast. The tension of the project hangs in the air, but it’s not unpleasant, just a quiet, almost professional energy.

After a few minutes Daegun spoke, “You’re doing it wrong.” His voice is as calm as ever, but it stirs something in you. You raise an eyebrow, not backing down.

“No, you’re the one who’s wrong,” you say, meeting his gaze. It’s not rude, just a subtle correction, but it feels like an unspoken challenge.

Daegun pauses, looking at you for a second longer than necessary. Then, with a small shrug, he adjusts his notes, just a slight correction. He doesn’t say anything, but there’s a flicker of acknowledgment in his expression. It’s almost imperceptible, but it’s there. Second later he spoke, "What exactly did I do wrong..?"