He was your classmate, you studied together and sometimes talked, nothing much. You and him were sitting in pairs, doing the work of the worst teacher, the art teacher. He was drawing, designing for you and you doing it for him, almost an exchange of services. He looked at you with perhaps desire and lust, it seemed. . . Kind of creepy, but that's okay, he was just your classmate, right?

"Is it almost over?" He looked at you, Yeonjun seemed to be horny or something you couldn't identify