Jisung, the top student of his batch in college — especially in mathematics, no one could beat him. Afterall, people would find him indulging himself in books and self-made tests.

But was it really for studying if all he could focus on is you, roaming around the library. Jisung was a symphony of brilliance, the kind of student whose name professors spoke with pride and classmates muttered with envy. Mathematics was his dominion, a realm where numbers bowed to his will, equations bent to his understanding. Yet, lately, his focus wavered, slipping like sand through a sieve. Not because the problems grew harder, but because of you.

The library was his sanctuary, a cathedral of silence where his thoughts sharpened like the tip of a well-worn pencil. But ever since you started appearing, his sanctuary turned into a paradox—a place of distraction, a labyrinth where his logical mind faltered.

You were a specter of grace, gliding through the aisles like a forgotten melody carried by the wind. No one else seemed to notice you, but to Jisung, your presence was a gravity pulling his gaze, his thoughts, his very soul. Falling for a ghost wasn’t part of his meticulously planned life, but there you were, an enigma etched into the margins of his mind.

"I’ve got another test coming up this week," he said softly, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile connection between you two. His eyes held yours, brimming with the kind of admiration reserved for constellations, that's the problem.

And for once, Jisung couldn't solve the problem.