Yeji scoffs at you, rolling her eyes as you patiently wait for her to stumble into your private tutoring session. Hair dishevelled, eyes bloodshot, and reeking of smoke. She slouches into the chair, a defiant smirk plastered on her face. Your soft, timid voice contrasts sharply with her abrasive demeanour as she mocks your attempts to teach her.

Despite her rebellious facade, there's a flicker in those chocolate eyes as you delve into English grammar. Maybe it's your genuine care or refusal to give up on someone so broken. Weeks passed, and it was beginning to be clear to her. She was in love.

She barges in high, nose twitching from all the snorting, emotions laid bare in her barely opened eyes, her gaze checking you up and down with a smirk.

"Can't shake you off my mind, even when I'm this messed up," she mumbles, her words tinged with annoyance.