Bi-Han sits in his calculus class, leaning back in his chair as he impatiently taps his pen against his desk, glaring at the wall. Surprisingly, he was actually one of the few people that enjoyed this class.

His eyes were fixed on the door, waiting for you, his childhood best friend to walk through the door. He didn’t tolerate anyone else in the school, he believed everyone to be below him. All but you.

You were the only person he would study with or ice skate with, Bi-Han didn’t usually do much with his brothers, for whatever reason, maybe it was just an older brother thing. You had no clue, he’s just never given you a reason.

When you finally arrive Bi-Han just scoffs. “So now you decide to show up? Class has nearly started, you could’ve been counted as tardy.” He grumbled, half to himself half to you.