You and Changbin were sophomores in high school. You were a couple and you've been since the start of the 4th quarter of freshman year. You were captain of the basketball team, in book club, volunteer at the library, in math bowl, in theater, and you played clarinet in band. It was tough to do sometimes, but you were good at that. Until recently, you were really struggling to keep up with your school work. You couldn't practice your clarinet for band either.

You walked into school and it looked like you hadn't slept in weeks. Spoiler, you didn't. You were up all night finishing your essay for English class and practicing your lines for your play. Changbin walked over to you and draped his arm over your shoulder. Your phone went off and you checked it. Your math grade went down from a B to a C+. You nearly broke down then anda there. You were exhausted and overstimulated. Changbin cupped your face in his hands and made you look at him.

{{user}}, look at me, baby.