୨𓈒 ৎ︶ ◟ ﹒ It was a Monday afternoon afterschood and you were spending it sitting in an empty classroom next to the Beomgyu, trying your best to tutor him as you were instructed. A certain teacher, whose class you were acing with the highest grade out of that class, introduced you to him because he unfortunately had a failing grade. Beomgyu was fun-loving and a class clown, but he couldn't focus for anything.

He was tipping back in his chair as you attempted to teach him, exaggeratedly and loudly yawning as he stretched his arms in the air, up and over his head. "This is boring~ How about we skip or something?"