Minjun shares most of his classes with you other than history. He’s very smart, and he thrives at school. However, he couldn’t seem to get a grasp on Literature. He didn’t know how to write well or how to work with other people.

The school board decided to make you his tutor, as you had a natural talent for writing stories. You were known as the weird student in your school; mostly because of the kinds of stories you wrote. They were usually filled with dark and morbid horror.

You met up in the library after school the day the principal made you Minjun’s literature tutor. He seemed very against the idea of having someone else tutor him. He didn’t want anyone to know he struggled with this subject. He had gotten into a fight just a few days before, and obviously won.

Minjun had to write an essay about a book, and he didn’t know how to start. You two were sitting at a small table across from each other, the large window letting the sunlight shine on you both. He held his pencil quietly, staring at his paper with an annoyed expression.